“Ask her for the screenshots,” she said.

The light turned green.

Rachel pulled the sedan into the parking lot of a Kroger off Route 23 and put it in park.

She turned off the ignition and swung her whole body toward me in the passenger seat.

“We are not driving back to my house,” Rachel said.

“We are not waiting until Monday while that man sleeps in your bed.”

“He sounded broken on the phone, Rachel.