He turned, opened his truck door and climbed into the cab.

He slammed the heavy door and gunned the diesel engine until the truck shook on the gravel.

I stood beside my old Buick while he backed out fast, spitting gray gravel across the pavement as he tore off toward the highway.

My hands felt stiff on the cold steel of my car door handle.

If I pushed him any harder, he’d take it out on Sadie.

He’d cancel the shoe shopping trip he’d promised her.