Ein gefährliches Gespräch im Regen

I work at a small auto repair shop called Miller & Sons Auto, though it’s just

Frank Miller and me. Frank is my boss—hardworking, rough around the edges,

and someone who gave me a job when I really needed one. I respected him.

That’s what made everything worse. His wife, Laura, started coming by

the shop more often. At first, she only brought lunch for Frank. She was quiet,

kind, and completely out of place among oil stains and broken engines.

Frank barely noticed her. I did. When he was busy, she talked to me.

Simple conversations turned into longer ones. She asked about my life,