Chapter 17. Your Kind Murdered My Wife

Charlotte made her way to the parking lot situated across the field. She halted midway; the abruptness sent her flailing backward into a tree branch. Charlotte stomped and wailed when the branch got stuck in her tresses.

“Get out, get out, get out!” she demanded, struggling to extricate the branch from her hair.

After five minutes, she managed to, but not without a few strands of her hair being ripped off.

“I’ve got no car to go see Mark and no food to sustain me. Just look at how a gust of wind sent me into a branch. How unbelievable.”

She fished her phone out of her back pocket, “Zeus and the other Greek gods must have some judgment set out for me today. No food, no car, dead battery, and no Mark,” she mumbled. “Now, I have to wait for classes to end so I can ride with Silas home. Could today get any worse?”

The sky rumbled, an answer to her question.

Rain clouds gathered; Charlotte slid down the wall to the ground and rested her chin on her