Mary walked from Starbucks to the New Jersey Transit train station in under an hour, which surprised her, considering how long the trip had always felt in a car. She’d made that drive many times before with her sister, to pick Thomas up from the station. But today, she was without her sister, without a car, without Thomas. She’d called Thomas twenty times already, and he hadn’t answered. Each time, a single ring, and straight to that terrible automated voicemail. Mary became angrier the more she heard its violent flatness. It mocked her. Challenged her.
I had to step out of line in cvs to finish reading this! Incredible storytelling
OMG Carey, this is SO GOOD!! Can't wait for another installment!