“The police are on their way,” I said through the closed door.

I did not threaten him.

I did not move nearer.

I took the girls farther from his view as the dispatcher guided me, keeping my body between them and the glass.

Derek let go of the handle.

For a second he stood completely still.

Then he turned and hurried toward the neighboring house.

“He’s gone back next door,” I told the dispatcher.