"Speaking of big, he looks… pretty big."
"Will you just say hello? Please? Don't worry, I won't tell him you're married. It will just take a minute or so, and you can go."
With obvious reluctance, the young man got out of the car. Brianna took his hand, and they walked toward the front entrance. I couldn't see around that far, but I waited by the window, expecting that he would come back to his car. I wondered if Brianna would walk back with him and maybe go to the motel he had suggested. But instead of that, I heard the young man shout and then scream like someone in great pain or danger.
My curiosity got the better of me, and I leaned too far out my window to try to see around the corner. I lost my grip on the windowsill and fell to the ground. Luckily, I wasn't that high up. I brushed myself off, but the shock of falling and the pain in my shoulder caused me to call out for Daddy and then cry.
