“He left his work boots on the porch.

You’ve got a clear window to grab whatever he’s left in that cab.”

I tore the yellow sheet off the pad and folded it into small, tight squares.

I put it in my coat pocket and zipped up my bag.

Hannah sat up and rubbed her face.

She reached for the blue fleece hoodie hanging over the plastic chair and pulled it on over her head.

She tucked her hands into the fleece sleeves, her shoulders curling a little forward to protect her stomach.