Thanksgiving Writing Prompt Wednesday

Tomorrow's Thanksgiving!

Emma pulled up at the white ranch house with the over-trimmed topiary, swallowing a sense of dread. She didn't want to go inside. Her car smelled like the green bean casserole she'd brought to contribute to dinner; her breath solidified in the air in front of her. After the divorce, she hadn't been able to afford to fix the heating system in the car. And Ted would be in there with the kids and his new wife, Madelyn. Emma didn't think she could handle walking in there, green-bean casserole in hand, and looking them both in the face.

Suddenly the door to the house opened.