I helplessly stared at the front door, tears blurring my mascara, the welts on my face rising angrier with every passing minute. Mom and Dad had warned me Jack was trash. They’d brought up his shoddy neighborhood morning, noon, and night.
And now …
I couldn’t open that door.
I couldn’t face their disdain. I couldn’t deal with their “I told you so”s. The endless months of smug comments.
I wrapped my arms against the frigid wind.
I stumbled out into the dark night.
I never saw the van.