door together.
The little American flag Robert had stuck in the porch planter after Memorial Day last year was still there, faded at the edges, leaning slightly from the rain.
Margaret noticed Daniel did not hold the door for her.
The SUV smelled like leather, coffee, and the artificial pine tree hanging from the rearview mirror.
Ashley sat in the passenger seat.
Margaret sat in the back behind Daniel.
No music played.
No one talked about breakfast.
No one talked about sleep.
No one talked about Robert.
Daniel drove past
