Allie turned her blinker on and waited for the intersection to clear before making the left-hand turn. She could probably have driven the route in her sleep if she had to. Flipping the lever for the blinker again, she made a right-hand turn into the parking lot.
“At least I won’t have any problems finding a parking space,” she muttered in a tired voice.
Pulling into one right outside the entrance, she turned off the engine and stared up at the sign. Riverdale Convalescent and Rehabilitation Center. Opening the door, she slid out. A shiver ran through her as the cool night air surrounded her. It was always cold inside the building.
Slipping her jacket on, she reached up and pulled her hair out from under the collar when it tugged uncomfortably on it. Once her hair was free, she reached u
