Looking out at the parking lot, she paused. She saw, Greg’s truck. At least it looked like it. If he was coming in, she didn’t want to be seen leaving… not after the conversation they’d last had.
Scanning the parking lot, she saw his sandy blond hair, but he wasn’t coming in. He was leaving. She watched as he got into his truck and drove off. At first relieved that he didn’t see her. Then she wondered why he’d been there, possibly while she’d been in the fertile hole.