to say that their behavior is unacceptable.
Toby slipped an arm around my shoulders.
“Ready to go inside?”
I took one last look at the garage.
For the first time in weeks, I didn’t feel angry.
I felt relieved.
“Yes,” I said. “Let’s go.”
We walked back into the house, closed the door, and started our day.
Behind us, the white garage door reflected the morning sunlight.
And this time, when night fell, we didn’t spend hours wondering who might be standing in our driveway.
We already knew what had
