“Don’t call me.

Don’t look for me.”

I turned my back on him and walked across the empty parking lot with Arthur.

We left Gregory standing completely alone on the gray asphalt.

He looked small and utterly ruined.

The heavy burden I had carried for three long weeks finally lifted from my shoulders.

I climbed into Arthur’s reliable sedan, and we drove away from the bank.

The passenger seat smelled like peppermint and old paper.