She told herself she’d check again on the way home, just to clear her conscience. It wasn’t a promise so much as a bargain—one quick glance, then she could forget the entire unsettling image. The hours ticked by slower than usual.
By the time she packed her things and headed back out, twilight shadows stretched long across the pavement. Her grip on the steering wheel tightened. One way or another, she’d get her answer: was it truly nothing, or something she’d regret ignoring?