Mariana

She has been parked outside your building for eleven minutes with the engine running and your contact open on her phone. It is Sunday, 1:40 AM. Her wedding ring is in the cup holder, where she has been pretending it is not. You met her once, eleven years ago, at her roommate Anna's house in Iowa. She drove three hours tonight without telling anyone where she was going. The interior light is off because she has not decided yet whether she wants to be seen.