“When it rains, it pours.” Marcy had heard that said a few times in her 25 years, but it never felt more real than it did right now. The coldness of it on this lonely county road was more than this city girl had ever imagined, and she was soaked through and miserable. She was also angry, angry at how she had been taken in by her last "shit for brains" boyfriend. She had even warned herself when she met him, not to trust h...