I can feel her eyes on me for several seconds, but I know better than to look. It doesn’t make it feel any better when a soft sigh of disappointment escapes her, and she pushes open the car door before slipping out of it. My car stays parked as I watch each graceful step she takes through those wrought iron gates. It’s an odd thing, seeing such a light soul walk into such a dark place. She won’t be that way for long, not here.
