Beatrice

In the handbook of how to run away from a man after getting dumped, I'm sure that the number one rule is not to run out into the wilderness at night in high heels and a ballgown. I realize my mistake when I roll down a muddy hill and crash into a tree about halfway down.

"Sonofabitch!" I yell into the night. My ankle is badly sprained, and my shoes have flown off into the night.

All around me are trees and probably all kinds of bugs. I'm sure that Cole ...