|Photo Cred: Paul Jacobs|
She didn’t want to go. Three years here, in this condo. So much laughter. She loved the high, wide ceilings, the wood floors, the cabinets. The extra bathroom with its extra sink. It doesn’t matter that the toilet stopped working 2 months ago, she muttered. After locking that last door, she turned her eyes to the road. The gas pedal purred against her toes.