Joy had always been arrogant in front of me. Even when she needed something from me, she still refused to soften her tone.

The more she acted like that, the less I wanted to deal with her. She was the one in a panic, not me. If she wanted to drag this out, fine. I could waste time right along with her.

Our cars were stopped at the small entrance. Other residents’ cars couldn’t get into the community. Traffic started backing up at the gate. Some people leaned on ...