I watched the other parents sitting in their idling cars.

Sarah Jenkins was parked three spots away in her silver minivan.

She met my eyes through the rain and quickly looked down at her steering wheel.

The public embarrassment sank deep into my chest.

By Friday morning, the rumor about my crumbling marriage would be all over town.

Hannah walked slowly toward my car, stepping around the deep puddles.

She had on her blue fleece hoodie.

She’d pulled the sleeves down tight over her thumbs to keep out the wet cold.