The car was cold, but a thin line of sweat ran down my neck.

“Thank you, Julie,” I said.

“Are you coming in tomorrow?” she asked.

“I don’t know,” I said.

I hung up the phone and looked out at the gravel lot.

A black SUV was turning slowly at the far corner of the street, its headlights pale in the daylight.

My hands found the black vinyl of the steering wheel.

I gripped the steering wheel until my knuckles turned white.