Gemotions

"This can't be happening," Karen whispered, her voice barely audible. The tow truck's headlights glared, illuminating the empty space where her minivan had been parked. Her children's car seats were inside.

She hadn't been home five minutes, had run inside to grab her purse. Now, this. Her stomach twisted.

She felt a hollowness in her chest. She had followed every rule, had worked so hard. And for what? To be treated like a criminal in her own yard? Tears pricked at her eyes, but she blinked them away. She would not cry. This was unacceptable.