Elana shivered as blasts from the car's air conditioner chilled her arms, and the chatter of the early‐morning talk‐shows was giving her a headache.
"Hey, mom, could you turn the A-C down? And while you're at it, could you turn the radio off? I don't particularly care to listen to some guy named Larry rant about his ex-wife."
"Oh! I'm sorry, honey."
The quiet hum of the white sedan returned; and the dry, cool air was replaced by the warmth of the late‐morning Sun. Elana sighed and looked out the window, through which she could see rays of light fading as streaks from the cloudy sky into the misty horizon. She was planning to visit a recovering friend at the hospital, and was being driven there by her mother on her way to work.
As they approached the final block, a painful knot began to twist in Elana's chest. She winced; and was knocked back to three nights prior, a dreadful reality which she began to r