Running Away from my Mistake

I glance out of the corner of my eye,

I see her approach the booth at the art fair.

I hurt her older daughter badly,

By writing cruel things

By ghosting her out of a long time friendship.

Her younger daughter has threatened me over this.

I don't know what she thinks of this all.

I glance at my daughter who is next to me, browsing the crafts.

I know what I would do if someone hurt her like that.

My heart is pounding.

I have to get out of there before she sees me.

I turn to my daughter and say in as casual a tone as I can muster,

"Let's get out of here."

I grab her hand and run to my car as fast as I can.