Jessica’s POV

My car dies on a stretch of highway that Google Maps had no business sending me down.

My phone is at two percent.

The only building for a mile in any direction is a bar with a parking lot full of motorcycles and a neon sign buzzing WOLVES DEN in red.

I've had the kind of week that makes a woman want to end herself.

My boyfriend of two years dumped me through text on Monday. My boss gave my promotion to a girl who's been there six months.

I've been wearing the same rotation of three outfits and drinking wine alone in my apartment.

Tonight, I put...