He started the engine and backed down the driveway.

I stayed in the garage and put away the last of Cody’s sports gear.

At ten forty-five I drove over to the Oak Ridge strip mall.

The family court annex shared a brown brick building with a dental clinic and a tax preparer’s office.

I parked my truck in the back lot.

The asphalt was cold under the November sky.

I glanced at the digital display on my watch.