Not a real moving truck.
One of those cheap rentals people use when they’re leaving fast.
A woman got out first. Safetyplanning guide
She had dark blond hair pulled into a messy ponytail, jeans dusty at the knees, and the exhausted look of someone who had been surviving on gas station coffee and pure stubbornness.
A little girl climbed out after her.
Seven, maybe eight.
Dark hair. Big eyes. Two uneven braids.
She walked around the yard like she was inspecting whether the place was safe enough to breathe in.
I should have gone over.
I didn’t.
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