She couldn’t remember when she had been so completely angry. She gave the fender another push with her booted feet and slid out from under the car. If only she could get the fender to bend enough so the wheel wouldn’t scrape when she turned left!She’d found out that her uninsured motorist coverage obligated her insurance company to pay for her repairs, since the driver of the other vehicle had been uninsured. At first this had relieved her, but then she’d discovered that the repairs would cost six hundred dollars, and her deductible was five hundred. That meant Mickelle would have to come up with the first five hundred dollars by herself. It was money she didn’t have. Money they needed for food and other necessities.A panic attack came upon her so suddenly that she sank back to the cement near the tire, closing her eyes and trying to focus on her breathing. In. Out. In. Out. Her heart pounded in her breast, and she was afraid to open her eyes. Any stimulation would only make it worse.
