Rhonda prided herself on always taking the path less traveled.

She'd decided to do this at an early

age and had continued to do so throughout her entire life. It was a point of pride and she would
explain to anyone who would listen that doing so was something that she'd made great efforts to
always do. She'd never questioned this decision until her five-year-old niece asked her, "So, is this
why your life has been so difficult?" and Rhonda didn't have an answer for her.

Twenty-five hours had passed since the incident. It seemed to be a lot longer than that. That twenty-
five hours seemed more like a week in her mind. The fact that she still was having trouble
comprehending exactly what took place wasn't helping the matter. She thought if she could just get
a little rest the entire incident might make a little more sense.

He heard the song coming from a distance, lightly floating over the air to his ears. Although it was
soft and calming, he was wary. It seemed a little too soft and a little too calming for everything that
was going on. He wanted it to be nothing more than beautiful music coming from the innocent and
pure joy of singing, but in the back of his mind, he knew it was likely some type of trap.

They rushed out the door, grabbing anything and everything they could think of they might need.
There was no time to double-check to make sure they weren't leaving something important behind.
Everything was thrown into the car and they sped off. Thirty minutes later they were safe and that
was when it dawned on them that they had forgotten the most important thing of all.

It had been a rough day. Things hadn't gone as planned and that meant Hannah got yelled at by her
boss. It didn't even matter that it wasn't her fault. When things went wrong at work, Hannah got the
blame no matter the actual circumstances. It wasn't fair, but there was little she could do without
risking her job, and she wasn't in a position to do that with the plans she had.