That is what I heard first.

A black SUV came into the lot too fast and stopped at an angle across two spaces, and a man got out of it into the rain without an umbrella and with a phone against his ear.

Charlotte was at the end of the counter.

She saw him through the glass.

What she did was not a scream and it was not crying.

She went completely still — physically still, the way an animal does — and then she picked up her sister’s hand and said, “He’s here,” and started backing up toward the wall.