ALMA

On impulse, I was darting out of Beverly's house and telling her to take care of Velma for a few hours. On impulse, I was seated behind a wheel, after a glass of wine, to go save a man who'd been prince charming from day one. Today, he was the damsel in distress, and for some reason, I wore the shiny armor.

I exhaled deeply as a thousand thoughts passed through my mind. I contemplated whether or not to go. It was either I did, or Carl got up by himself and drove into a truck, or worse. ...