NovelEnglishFelicity had hoped that if she just lay down for a while, she'd start to feel better.
But the longer she stayed in bed, the worse her nausea got. It was as if the queasiness was crawling up her throat, but when she finally made it to the bathroom, she couldn't even throw up.
By the tshe stepped out of the bathroom, the sky outside had grown dark. That heavy, suffocating grayness-everyone knows the feeling, right before a thunderstorm breaks loose.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtShe grabbed her phone and called Abigail. "Hey Abby, how's it over there? Is the raining down hard?" "It's pouring," Abigail answered, her voice distracted, "but I managed to keep the paintings dry." Her mind always seemed to be on her art these days.
"Well, as long as the paintings are safe, just make sure you take care of yourself too," Felicity replied. "If the rain gets any worse, just stay put, okay? Don't rush back. Langston'sing to pickup soon, so I'll head hwith him. I started feeling a bit off after you left, and when he found out, he insisted oning to get me." Everyone in the Lopez family knew how protective Miles was of Felicity.
Abigail laughed. "Alright, you guys go ahead. And drive safe, okay? It looks like the storm's headed your way too." "We will. Thanks, Abby." After hanging up, Felicity texted Miles. "Hey Langston, don't rush in this weather, alright? I'm fine, really." His reply was instant. "I'm fine, but what about you? Still not feeling well?" "I'm a lot better now, promise!" "Felicity, you always sound different when you're lying to me." She sighed.
Miles just chuckled. "Just sit tight, okay? Find somewhere safe and wait for me. I'll call when I get there." "Okay." l Abigail hadn't expected the rain to get even worse right after her call with Felicity. Within minutes, the downpour turned into a full-on deluge Rain hammered against her car windows so hard it felt like the glass might shatter any second. She could barely see the road in front of her. Even the street signs had vanished behind the curtain of water.
Abigail frowned, eyes fixed on the blurry windshield. At this point, turning back or driving forward both seemed impossible. But she had paintings to deliver for the exhibition, so she pressed on, telling herself, just go slow and everything will be fine.
No sooner had she reassured herself than her dashboard started beeping-a tire pressure warning. Great. Flat tire. Just what she needed.
She could swap in the spare, but in this weather? Getting out now wasn't really an option.
She grabbed her phone and dialed roadside assistance.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"Sorry, ma'am," the guy said, sounding apologetic. "It's just, with the storm, none of our trucks can get out there right now. Maybe just wait it out somewhere safe? We'lle as soon as the rain lets up." "I can pay extra," Abigail said, a little desperate.
"It's not about the money, Ms. Lopez. It's just not safe. Please find a safe spot and hang tight." She hung up, rubbing at her forehead in frustration. The phone buzzed again—a call this time.
Thinking maybe it was the mechanic calling back, she answered without looking at the screen. "Are you able toe now? I'm stranded out here, and if you can just fix-" "Where are you? Sendyour location." She froze at the voice. Not the mechanic.
It was Craig.
"Aurora?" "No, it's fine. I can handle it," she replied quickly.
"In this storm? No one'sing out to fix your car, Aurora."
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