Her back window was completely blocked with bags of clothes. The rearview mirrors on the doors were the only things that kept her from driving blindly on her drive from Atlanta, Georgia to Marks, Mississippi. She was on a long sabbatical to do a little soul searching. The best place for that was always home. The old dusty Mississippi road had not changed at all. Trees stood tall along either side of the road. They leaned into the dusty lane as if they were protecting something or someone. Willetta had at one time felt the effect was creepy, but now she drew comfort from it. After all, she did need protection. She was hiding from her fiance. Willetta met Damion Racy at a college house party in Atlanta, Georgia. He was tall, thick with muscle, and cocky. Willetta was nineteen and green. That one meeting began a six year relationship that had been tumultuous and demoralizing for Willetta. Damion was controlling and unnecessarily mean at times, but he was a charmer too. His apologies would be so eloquent and sincere; they would nearly melt Willetta's heart.
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