On the Way to a Family Reunion I Suddenly Knew Something Was Wrong and Told My Husband to Turn Around

the situation controlled.

Mark started the engine.

A second truck entered the lot from the opposite side, and my breath caught hard. “They’ve boxed us in,” I whispered.

“Not yet,” Mark said.

He threw the car in reverse, turned the wheel hard, and drove backward over the curb and across a strip of dry grass behind the station. The car bounced so hard I continue reading …