It was almost six o'clock in the evening, and Bridget was driving her Mercedes slowly, heading nowhere.
She has no idea where she is going, she has been just driving for the past few hours non-stop for 20 or 30 kilometers in a very slow hour.
(12.43 or 18.64 miles)
Her mind was not there, she was completely zoned out as her body automatically was driving.
Her eyes barely blink, no emotion clear on her face. In brief, she looked beyond shocked or traumatized unable to get a touch of reality.
There were dried tear traces on both of her cheeks and her hair was a mess. She looked genuinely concerned.
The sound of the police car finally seemed to get her out of her daze. She glanced at the mirror, only to notice the police officer asking her to pull over.
