Ambre, Mon Coeur
AMBRE: I press my palm to my aching head as I park my car in my driveway. I slip my heels off and head towards my house. I sluggishly swing my purse. left, right, left, right. I reach inside my purse for my keys when I hear a commotion behind the door that makes me stop dead in my tracks. Oh. My. God. I felt a sharp...