
Press play for some mood musicfirst hourIt had been a long drive for Grace -- like can't feel your legs long.Somewhere between the grime of Los Angeles and the burnt palette of the Nevada border, she ditched her pumps altogether. As she drove over the cracked asphalt, she heard them rattle underneath the passenger seat and it bothered her.third hourShe looked for a gas station or roadside slophouse. Nothing. Despite the growling in her gut, she wasn't...