Slow down! Please! What are you thinking?” Fully aware that he was sliding toward a snow-filled ditch and an expensive towing bill, David wrestled the four wheel drive Ford Escape back onto the icy roadway. This is not helping, He thought to himself. “I need it to be quiet, Feleesh, Okay? I’m trying to concentrate here. I’ve been driving in this kind of weather for over thirty years. So relax. We’re almost there.” David Fairchild tried to sound confident as he doggedly maneuvered the vehicle through the relentless storm. His fists tightened on the wheel as he leaned forward, his eyes straining to see the road ahead through the blinding snow. As difficult as it was for him to admit, his wife Felisha might be right. Maybe they should pull over and wait for the blizzard to blow over. Twenty-year-old Sarah sat quietly in the back seat, petrified with fear. Both of her hands were gripping the armrest, her pale blue eyes staring out into the storm.
