It was then that I saw the lights on the driveway. The cement seemed pale and ghostly in the light, and the premature fallen leaves were outline in the glow of the headlights. I stood for a moment, motionless, acutely aware how much every motion meant at this moment, and at the same second a pure rush of not caring about consequences came. I walked slowly to the door, the five or so steps it would take, and put my forehead to the cold wood before unlocking it and opening it wide. My body met the rush of air, and I saw him outlined by the car's headlights. He stood there, feet slightly apart, and then shrugged. I didn't know if he could see me