A few stray crumbles of glass lay next to the curb, and a small memorial with faded flowers stood in front of the library. 5th and Main would be forever burned into her memory as the intersection from hell, the place that stole her best friend. The few seconds it took for the light to change were tortuous. She kept her eyes straight forward, but her peripheral vision refused to ignore the leftover signs of the tragedy that befell this small town. Her breath burst with rapid fire exhalation as the light turned green and she could move from the visions that raced through her head. If she stayed in this town, she would find a way to avoid ever crossing 5th and Main again. As she entered the round about that represented the center of town she spotted the store front sign for Smoth and Associates. The small town vibe of the unassuming store front gave her a sense of unexplainable comfort knowing this was the place Cara chose to follow her dreams. Harper found a place to park and made her way across the street where little traffic flowed.
