Jessica Morgan gripped her car's steering wheel and read the road sign aloud as she cruised past it . «Glenbrooke, three miles.» The summer breeze whipped through her open window and danced with the ends of her shoulder - length, honey - blond hair. "This is it," Jessica murmured as the Oregon road brought her to the brink of her new life. For months she had planned this step into independence. Then yesterday, on the eve of her twenty fifth birthday, she had hit the road with the back seat of her used station wagon full of boxes and her heart full of dreams. She had driven ten hours yesterday before stopping at a hotel in Redding, California. She had bought Chinese food and ate it cross - legged on the bed while watching the end of an old black and - white movie. Jessica fell asleep dreaming of new beginnings and rose at 6:30, ready to drive another nine hours on her birthday. I'm almost there, she thought. I'm really doing this! Look at all these trees. This is beautiful. I'm goi