Scurried Away

Kaelen took the heavy clipboard from Hannah’s hands. He grabbed a pen and signed the delivery papers with a few swift strokes, his signature sharp and decisive. Handing the clipboard back to the salesgirl, he offered a polite nod. He turned his attention to his wife, reaching out to gently grab Elena’s wrist. He guided her toward the gleaming fleet of vehicles.

“Look at this blue Audi, Lena,” he