After Nine-Year-Old Sadie Called Munich, Walter Hensley Drove Through the Snow

“Is he out there with you?” I asked.

“No,” she said.

“He pulled me by my jacket sleeve out onto the back porch and locked the deadbolt.”

“Sadie, it’s twenty-two degrees in Dublin right now,” I said.

“Did you tell him you don’t have your heavy coat?”

“I’ve got my blue jacket,” she whispered.

“I tried to turn the brass knob on the side door, but it’s locked tight.”

“Where are your dad and Grandma Colleen?” I asked.