She glances back at me. I pray she doesn’t question me or worse, accuse me of something.
She’s coming towards me. I take a drink. He grabs her hand and whatever he said worked because she changed her mind and turned around. He opens her car door and she gets in. He shuts the door then gets into his car. He never turned to say good bye or even give me a last look. It’s okay, obviously I just escaped being caught in a crossfire.
ahhhhhh the view...it's calling me
