Finding JessicaChapter 4
I turned onto Michigan Avenue and headed north toward Lake Shore Drive. Large snowflakes filtered the headlights as we made our way through the darkness and slow-moving traffic toward Jessica's parents' home. She was quiet, trying to repair her makeup and hair, concentrating on the lighted visor mirror. I was hard to believe how much more beautiful she had become. Maybe it was just me seeing the new Jessica and how maturity and self awareness had replaced immaturity and self absorption. I...