She Throws My Bag Onto Gravel
Her voice went sharp, telling me to leave the property immediately. She snatched my canvas tote from the railing and flung it toward the gravel.
The bag hit and burst open, pens and a receipt book skittering under the truck. I stepped forward to gather them, but she blocked me with a shoulder.
A couple on a morning walk slowed at the end of the drive, watching without speaking.