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her, Adam. It is God’s plan. He has created her for you. I am sure no matter how unexpected she seems, she will be perfect for you.”
    “How will I know where to go?”
    “You will go as far as you can. Travel in the shadows of night. Leave yourself enough time to find shelter by dawn. At that point you will sleep. Do not press yourself. Sleep is important. From what I understand, the dreams will unravel the mystery that is your mate. You must sleep in order to find her. When you wake, you will know which direction to follow.”
    Adam and his father sat in silence over his mother’s bed for several long moments. Finally, unable to disturb her peace, Adam placed a kiss on her silky hair. “You will tell her I love her and that I will return as soon as possible?”
    “Of course.”
    When Adam finally left the farm, there was less than three hours until dawn. He was not used to worrying about daylight, but his body was already changing and he would be a fool not to heed his elders’ advice. Tomorrow he would purchase a pair of sun specs as well as a sack for his clothing. His suitcase was not conducive to fast travel.
    Prior to leaving the farm, he drank from a young calf. He was gentle and careful not to take too much. The calf provided just enough.
    Now, his metabolism was greedily burning the sustenance the calf had offered, and his strength was peaking. He was roughly traveling thirty miles an hour on foot and was able to bound up the mountainsides in leaps nearing fifteen feet. As he crested one steep mountain, he saw the first ribbons of pink reaching over the horizon. Dawn would be there within the hour. He stood, shading his eyes at the top of the mountain as he circled around looking for the closest town. He was not far from a major highway and could see a nearby rest stop.

Chapter 3

    “Late, late, late, late, late, late, late,” Annalise mumbled to herself as she rushed through the parking lot. Of course her car would be in the far back of lot G where it had been baking in this scorching sun for the past six hours and was probably now a steaming thousand degrees. She did a goofy jog-walk through the aisles of cars at Med Tech as she rummaged through her backpack for her keys, sidestepping the patched cracks that oozed with gummy, melting tar. It was so hot the horizon of the asphalt seemed to wobble, gasses emitted by the heat forming low mirages in the distance.
    When she reached her car, she wedged the key into the small scratched slot, careful not to touch the metal door with her fingers. Hastily she leaned in and stuck the key in the ignition. The car roared to life, and the smell of the musty, worn interior was replaced with the fumes of gasoline. Leaving the door open, she pressed the button to roll down the window. The mechanism gave a half-hearted groan and the window hummed as it rolled partially down then fell off track. “Crap.”
    Quickly climbing over the armrest, she rolled down the passenger window, thankfully that window went all the way down, and quickly climbed out of the car. She removed her student ID from her smock and stuck it in the front pocket of her bag. She then reached into her back seat for her Jimbo’s T-shirt. For modesty’s sake, she ducked behind the open driver’s side door and finagled her arms inside of her smock, reaching them into the sleeves of the T-shirt. With absolutely no grace, she yanked the neck of the T-shirt under the collar of her smock and over her head. Taking one last moment to adjust her clothing to make sure no skin was exposed and a boob didn’t suddenly pop out, she removed the smock and tossed it in the back seat.
    The car was still a million degrees, but she had to get moving. Taking one last breath, she climbed into the stifling vehicle. The worn upholstery chaffed and burned her thighs right through the thin fabric of her scrub pants. She ignored her seatbelt, too afraid to touch the metal buckle, and backed out of her parking space.
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