Sloan Dawson

Chapter 1 - Exile

Joy Tate gripped the steering wheel of her SUV and pressed her foot on the gas pedal, accelerating onto the highway and away from her home. Lights stood sentinel on the edges of the road, guiding her to the place that she’d left long ago. The stifling July humidity made its way into the windows that she’d cracked as she pulled out of her driveway, and she held her finger on the button to raise them, twisting the knob for the air conditioner all the way to the right.