Margaret through the passenger window.
For one second, her face cracked.
Then she looked down at her phone.
The door shut.
Soft.
Final.
The SUV pulled away.
Dust rose behind it.
Margaret stood alone on the roadside with a suitcase she had not packed, no phone in her coat pocket, and no cash in the small black wallet Daniel had removed from the kitchen counter that morning under the excuse of “organizing things.”
Or so they believed.
She watched the SUV shrink until it became only a dark shape bending
