my driveway at noon and saw Brad’s BMW parked on the street.
He was on my front porch, pacing. I sat in my car for a moment, watching him through the rearview mirror, and texted Helen next door. Brad is here. If you hear shouting, please come over. Her reply came back in seconds. I’m watching. Say the word.
I got out. Brad turned at the sound of my car continue reading …
