Lacy Johnsonâ€™s luck, as usual, wasnâ€™t the greatest. She had been driving for the past three days, dodging her feelings of coming home for the first time in years. It was Christmas Eve, and she had waited long enough. Making the unfamiliar turn, Lacy pulled out a map from the dash, and as she did, her right front tire went into a ditch.
|Snowed Inn by Danielle Lee Zwissler|