An Unwanted Arrival
A familiar sound of tires crunching on gravel drifted through the front window just as I adjusted my coat.
I paused with my hand on the zipper of my carry-on bag, listening closely. Peeking through the sheer curtains, I saw Mark’s SUV screech to a halt right behind my sedan.
He had clearly driven well above the speed limit to get here this quickly. My quiet departure was officially compromised, and the confrontation I avoided was now on my doorstep.