Samantha's corner cut into my boob as I leaned against her to get a better view out the passenger side window. I approached Ashley's house the wrong way, and it forced me to park at a s**t angle. I just couldn't risk turning around and being noticed, so I had to make do.
Every light in Ashley's home-a cute little bungalow on the outskirts of town-flared from the windows. Frigid air ghosted into the home via the propped open front door, and two different men removed boxes from inside, placing them in an idling truck in her driveway. Maine's Best Movers written in bold font on the side.
"See me tomorrow morning, huh? What bullshit," I whispered to Samantha, even though it was only me and the box in the car.
Samantha didn't answer my rant. The coffee I spilled on her top earlier permeated
