TITLE: Blow Forward
The trick was not to think too much, Lizzie told herself as she swung the rig around and snugged it up to the dock, which was nothing more than a dark hole to aim at. She was tired to the bone, but thankfully she could still reverse a trailer into any space with one hand—and probably even apply her lipstick with the other.
Last night she had pulled into a dismal truck stop in Jersey City, five miles from her pickup destination--a warehouse in Newark, New Jersey—to accept a load of expensive wine bound for Las Vegas. When she heard where the delivery was to be unloaded, a chill of pain overcame her, a fierce grip as though someone was constantly compressing and releasing her head.
Las Vegas? Of all the places she’d be assigned to drive to.
And today, of all days.
That dreadful city reminded her of the tens of thousands of dollars her ex-husband, Bo, had lost there, which led to the brutal turn of events in her life. Sometimes she wondered what she could have done differently to prevent such grief.
Tomorrow, November seventh, would be Ellie’s birthday. Tomorrow would make it five years and one week since her daughter had been killed.
Lizzie had contemplated refusing the job, but the man on the phone had continued to raise the offer until she simply couldn’t resist. She still had a big mortgage on the house she’d shared with Bo and Ellie.