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She climbed into the car and slowly slid the key into the ignition. After placing the car in reverse and backing out of the poorly situated parking spot, she realized she had no idea where she could possibly go. She slammed the car into park and stared at the concrete wall in front of her. An underground parking garage, she public opinion, how meethow long could I sit here before this place is considered a cemetery? She sat there contemplating the last six months, and everything that had led her to this tomb-like cement cell. She thought of her husband, or rather the man she married. She remembered how kind he used to be. She had met Vincent in her junior year of college at Yale. He was smart, funny, handsome, and genuinely interested in her everything that, at the time, she believed a man should be. Over the years he stopped being all of those things. He became pushy, while simultaneously paying her no attention. Luncheons, book clubs, rattle on she had quickly become so accustomed to these mundane things. She almost laughed remembering how boring her life had been before she met her. She was jolted from her daydreams of the past by a rapping at her window. Serena Please Ana come back. Im so sorry you saw that just please come back. It wasnt what it looked like I swear Serena begged. Ana had neer seen Serena this distressed looking, nor did she care. She gave her a solemn glance before she placed the car calmly into reverse and backed out of the parking space, ignoring the woman banging on the hood, begging her not to leave. She then drove up, out of the garage, and away from her tomb. She had no idea where she was going, but hell, anywhere was better than that place. The sunlight struck her hard ... ...ts. Serena cover herself with a nearby robe and ran toward her, but she couldnt hear anything but her own heartbeat in her ears. She had been paralyzed by what she saw. She could feel the hole lay out to rip in her chest as s he turned to run back down the steep stairs to the parking garage. She couldnt tell if anyone was following her or not. Ive got to get out of here, she thought, anywhere but here. She opened her eyes and looked into the window of the diner, and she finally decided that she needed coffee. As she walked to the bar seat, a petite and bouncy redhead came out of the kitchen and greeted her. Hey there My name is Angela. she said with a warm smile. You look like you could use some coffee. And on a wickedness as dead as this, I could use some company. What a beautiful smile, Ana thought, this could be the start of something beautiful.