“Karina, security just told me some kids nearby punctured your tire.“The weather alert says a massive storm’s about to hit, and it’ll be almost impossible to get a ride once it starts. Want me to drive you home?”Her assistant, Jenny Marker, pushed open the door, looking indignant.“Kids these days are awful.”Karina Jackson’s pen paused.Tonight was the Foster family dinner, and everyone was expected to be there. No exceptions.After a moment of silence, she picked up her phone, opened her chat with Mark Foster, and sent him a voice message.“Mark, I have a flat tire, and there’s a huge storm coming. Can you come pick me up?”The second she sent it, a reply appeared on the screen.‘Okay.’Karina let out a quiet breath and locked her phone.“Jenny, you can head home. I’m going pretty far, so I’ll just call a ride later.”Jenny nodded, reminded her to be careful, then left.Karina rubbed her sore temples and got to her feet, gazing out the window.They’d been married for
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