She walked up to the gate, box in hand. She pushed the buzzer and waited. Would he come outside and tell her to go away or invite her inside? Her husband warned her that he’d have her arrested but she insisted that he’d never do that. “Why would he do that to his own mother?”
“Remember the restraining order?”
“He was angry when he had that issued. I’m sure that when he sees me, he will be sorry.”
The approaching police car told her that coming here had been a foolish idea after all. She carefully put the box down.