Saturday morning arrived with gray skies and a forecast of impending doom.
A horn honked outside Louise’s temporary rental apartment. She looked out the window to see David’s SUV—the one she had helped pick out—idling at the curb.
She grabbed her weekender bag. She wore jeans and a simple sweater, nothing flashy. Today wasn't about dressing to kill; it was about dressing to survive.
She walked out and climbed into the backseat.
"Morning, sunshine!" Natalie chirped from the passenger seat. She was wearing oversized sunglasses and holding a venti latte. "Ready for the road trip? It’s going to be so cozy!"
David looked in the rearview mirror. He didn't say hello. He just grunted and put the car in gear.
As they pulled away from the curb, Louise glanced back.
Two cars behind them, a neo
