Janice snatched her car key off the brown nightstand and she gripped the handle of her luggage with the other hand. Sighing, she stared at the room she had been staying in for the past five years for a while. It had been a haven for her. Where she had fled to after her first heartbreak. Maggie had gotten the place for her and Janice had fallen in love with it right away.

Now, she was leaving where she thought she'd stay for a few more years. Even though it was the last thing she wanted ...