down to his chest.
He didn’t say a word. Just grabbed the handles of her wheelchair and rolled it away from her. Right toward a beat-up black pickup parked three spots down from mine.
I froze for a second. My kids were in the backseat watching me through the window.
Then I snapped.
“HEY! HEY! What the hell are you doing?”
He didn’t even look at me. Just continue reading …
