“I’m a single mom, Derek,” I said, my voice firm. “Three kids, diaper bags, backpacks, groceries — I parked there for a reason. I didn’t break any laws.” “Sweetheart,” he said, smiling slow and smug. “That’s really not my problem. Maybe next time, park somewhere else.” I stared at him for a long moment and nodded once. “Okay.” “Okay?” he echoed, tilting his head. “Yes. That’s it.” I turned and walked home. The kids were at the window, watching silently.Continue reading…
