The stress was unbearable. Her law firm was changing partners faster than her twin seventeen-year-old daughters; she had an ulcer and no desire to be a grandma.
Late to the deposition. Her stomach was burning up.
Maureen saw the flasher, heard the siren, and knew it was her, easily thirty over.
Pulling over, she reached into the glove box quickly, yankin…
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