They were packed tight with fresh produce including tomatoes, beans, squash, and potatoes.

I counted eleven full boxes in total.

He secured the tarp with tight ropes, checked every knot twice, and climbed into the driver’s seat.

He backed the truck down the driveway with the headlights turned off until he reached the paved road, at which point the lights flickered on and he vanished into the dark.

I stood by the window watching his red taillights disappear into the distance, tempted to grab my car keys and follow him down Ridgeview Road, but I chose to trust his words instead.

He returned home at nine thirty that morning with an empty truck bed.