Their Ugly Truck
They are here again.
That unmistakable, dreaded sound. An ugly truck was pulling up in front of her house again. In a flash, Mio abandoned the dish she was doing, sprinted upstairs into her room, and dove under the duvet.
One more thing: she silenced her cellphone. The last time, they had called him and made him call her to open the door for them.
At all hours, what were they thinking?
Was this a convenience store? A 7-Eleven?
Mio had never known true peace of mind from the day she moved in with him. Her mental health had been going downhill ever since.
