“Leave the fruit and go.”
Monica stared at me before letting go of one of the bags.
“You’ve always been very protective once you decide something belongs to you.”
I frowned.
“What is that supposed to mean?”
“Nothing.”
“No. You meant something.”
She climbed back over the fence.
Before walking away, she turned and looked at me.
“Funny how your entire life depended on one red light twenty-seven years ago.”
Everything inside me went cold.
“What did you say?”
But Monica was already heading toward her house.
Ben tugged on
