The windshield wipers thump fast, back and forth. Hope could barely see the road, it was snowing so heavy now. Her hands gripped the steering wheel as she slowly tried to follow the tire tracks in front of her but they were quickly disappearing. A little smile curved her lips as Johnny Mathis started singing, I'll be home for Christmas , through her car speakers. Hope hadn't been home
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