Mysty and the Case of The Mysterious Surpise Mystery Give A Way

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Mysty had been driving straight for over six hours. She was starting to feel tired.  The road was flat, straight and monotonously hypnotizing.    Her eyes were getting heavy.  She still had many miles to go.

Her better judgment told her that she should take a break and stop at the next WaWa for gas and a cup of much needed coffee.

The all night gas station was empty.  Not surprising, though, since it was 3:00 a.m. in the middle of no where.  A sleepy young attendant sauntered over to her car.   As he was filling up the tank,  she ran into the convenience store for a large Dark Roast.

When she got back to the car, she noticed that another car had pulled in.   As she glanced over,  she thought the car looked familiar and she was sure that she had seen the driver somewhere before.  

The attendant handed the receipt to her.   She started up her car and got back on the road.  She didn't want to have to stop again until she reached her destination.

She  had waited a long time for this; practically her whole life.   She couldn't help but wonder what it would be like.   How would she feel once she was there?

She became engrossed in her thoughts.   A half hour passed before she noticed the headlights of another car behind her.

Another soul on the road at this time day?  How curious, she thought.  She wondered if it was the same car and driver from the WaWa.

She and the car behind her kept up a steady pace for the next two hours.

She was happy to finally see the sun rising, peeking through the distant mountain tops. The warmth of the sun would be welcomed.  Even though her twenty year old blue Chevy II was reliable, the heating system was not.

She was wearing her old red parka.   Her long brown hair was tied up under the bright orange hat her Mom had made for her.   At least her hands were warm in the blue mittens. They were the last thing that her mother ever knitted.  

She could clearly see the other car now.  It was the same one from the gas station.   The driver wore a baseball cap, but Mysty knew that the driver of the other car was someone she knew.

As she continued driving, her thoughts turned to the last day her Mom was alive.   Mysty sat on the edge of the bed.    Mom's breathing was labored, but she insisted that she needed to tell Mysty something.   Mysty held her hand as her mother revealed the secret.

That was more than twenty years ago.   Mysty had made a promise to her mother that on this date she would take the journey that she was embarking on today.

She had a few regrets during her life.   She hoped that this would not turn out to be one of her biggest.  But a promise is a promise, especially one made to your mother on her death bed.

Where was Mysty going?  What was the secret?  And who was following her?

Ready to help solve the mystery?   All you have to do is suggest answers to the above questions.  All participating suggesters will win a mysterious surprise.

My next post will reveal all.   Perhaps your ending will be the best one.