I closed my trunk.

The heavy metallic click echoed down the street.

I opened the driver’s door and got behind the wheel.

I didn’t roll down my window to defend myself.

I didn’t yell across the yard.

I placed my hands on the steering wheel at ten and two.

I started the engine and put the car in gear.

I drove away from the house, watching Daniel in the rearview mirror as he stood on the lawn explaining my departure to the guests.