Chapter Twelve
Joe left Margaret standing at the edge of the clearing with the flashlight as he walked away. He was still reeling from what she had said to him about Sara. He thought she was a spiteful, jealous b***h, but he was embarrassed to admit she had nailed part of her analogy right on the head. That pissed him off more than anything, as he didn’t want to admit that she could be right.
“Joe, where are you going?” she called out. He could hear her rubber boots slapping in the mud as she ran up behind him, but he didn’t look back. He couldn’t look at her, because she was making him think this was all his fault. He shoved her passenger door closed and strode around the front of his running truck.
“Joe, stop!” she shouted again, this time grabbing his arm and not letting go.
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