The white paint on the porch railing was peeling a little at the corners.

The front lawn was cut short and edged perfectly along the concrete.

Mark always liked his property looking perfect from the outside.

Ten minutes later, Mark turned his late-model sedan onto the street.

The car was black and washed clean of any road salt.

He pulled into his driveway and put the car in park.

I slid down a little in the leather driver’s seat so the steering wheel covered my chest.

Mark didn’t get out right away.