Desperation
I packed up my stuff while Chris was out on a call. Not everything I owned. Only what would fit in a backpack and a duffel bag. Just clothes, really. Mostly.
When I sorted through my belongings, I found the gloves I stole from my mother that time she came to visit. The kids down the street built a snowman last time we got a big dumping, so on my way to work I put my mother's gloves on the two sticks they'd used as arms. Now their snowman had hands.
Wouldn't be long before that little guy melted down to nothing.
It was a sunny, warm day. Perfect day to start a new life.
I parked my gear in the break room, since the duffel bag wouldn't fit in my locker. I wasn't afraid of anyone stealing it. Why would they? I didn't own anything of value. Most people have items of
