Brandon Poured Cold Beer Over Sarah Before He Learned About Her Athletic Past

Then one close picture of the floor mat.

Then one through the open glove box.

My phone clicked three times.

The sound seemed louder than the diner radio.

I didn’t touch the door or the glass.

Brandon turned from the register.

I stepped behind the newspaper box and stood still.

The glass in the diner door reflected the lot, the truck, and my own shoulder.