Take Another Line

Hearing a distinctly familiar laugh made me lose my train of thought. I recognized that sound, but I couldn't place it until I heard the low, soothing baritone that accompanied it. "One large Coke please. . And a bacon cheeseburger, rare. With a side of fries. Actually make that two," rumbled an attractive, deep voice. HI looked up from my laptop, completely forgetting about the work I was supposed to be doing as shock graced my expression and panic set in. Dread coursed through my veins as I locked eyes with a man I had prayed never to see again. "Faye?" He whispered disbelief coloring his features. "Faye!" Reaching out he wrapped his fingers around my wrist in a death grip. "Is that really you?" "Oh," I thought, "shit."___________________________________________________________Two months after tragedy struck, 17 year old Corinna Faye Archer was not done grieving. While trying to regain some semblance of a normal life she began receiving mysterious packages in the mail that sent her mind reeling. What was in those packages that pushed her over the edge? What made her do the one thing she swore never to do? What made her run?