C7 Chapter 7

Leila stowed her ratty old duffle bag on the seat beside her and said a thanks to the man above when her Chevy started on the first try. She had stuffed everything she cared to bring along in the tattered bag and left her apartment keys in her mailbox. She wanted to put plenty of miles between herself and Stillwater before the sun came up. She didn’t have a clue where she was going