What other reason did she have for being out at night when she so hated the dark? Of course, she’d been using that excuse for the last six years, ever since she had literally lost her mind. Or at least the part of her mind that held her memories.Amanda sucked in a deep breath and concentrated on the relaxation exercises the last psychiatrist had taught her. But the extra oxygen in her lungs didn’t brighten the dim lights of the parking garage, nor raise the sun in the dark sky outside the concrete barriers. So her pulse raced on.The stale odors of gasoline and exhaust hung in the cold night air. When Amanda exhaled her deep breath, it lingered as a wisp of fog.How was it her problem that the bridal shop’s deliveryman was down with the flu? She’d suffered through her flu shot in the fall. But when her employment had been threatened by her refusal to fill in, she’d had to leave her sewing machine at home and pack up the wedding gowns to drop back at the shop. Not usually part of her job.
