"What It's Worth"
Stacy drove top down, map in lap, beneath the clouds. The sun was beginning to filter its way down as it inched higher into the sky. Stacy had to hurry up.
She scanned the car clock, realizing that was going to be a hard feat. Her wedding ring drummed against the window frame, sliding up and down her finger. Mark wasn’t going to forgive her this time. She pressed the gas harder. As she did the map flew upward. Stacy grabbed it noticing something was different. Her ring was gone. She was now late. Stacy pulled a u-turn, and was free.
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