Chapter Three
Alaska loomed before Melony, seemingly the end of the world. Her heart pounded, and her blood coursed quickly through her veins. This was a once in a lifetime experience that most people would never engage in.
When she thought of the great distance she was away from home—her TV and stereo, microwave meals, whirlpool bath, her nightly ritual of a glass of wine before going to bed—she felt a small sob of fear catch in her throat. She was a woman who detested any sort of change in her life, who relied on permanence and sameness, who never deviated from the strict, though chaotic path she had her life on.
Looking out the window at her side, she closed her eyes and balked at her own feelings of trepidation. She was a grown woman! A tiger in the courtroom. Yet here she was feeli
