TITLE: Seeing Alex
GENRE: Women's Fiction w/Paranormal Elements
Starting over at any age sucks, but at forty it sucks the life out of you.
This thought danced around my brain on the six-hour drive to Bethany from Dallas. I second-guessed my decision for the ninety-ninth time, eying every exit ramp as a potential escape hatch. As we got closer to my home town, in a Ford Escort with no air conditioning and my sixteen-year-old daughter hanging her naked legs out the window to dry her pretty little coral toes, I felt the options slipping. One by one.
Not that I wasn't grateful to have a destination. My dad loves me, and he's never judged. But this time was no visit. It was the real deal, with bath towels and CD collections, and everything that would fit in a U-Haul trailer. My head started banging out a rhythm just thinking about it, but I knew it was the smart thing to do. Despite how many times I pushed reality aside, it kept waving at me. I had Riley to think about. I had to keep a roof over her head, and a small town like Bethany doesn't get touched by declining economies. We would be okay.
I glanced over at her, jamming with eyes closed to whatever her iPod was pumping into her head, and I prayed she wouldn't be tainted by association with me.
"So, when do we get to Podunk?" she asked after we passed Restin, the nearest big town.
Not big like high rises. Big like it has a Walmart.