At noon I pulled into our driveway and parked by the garage.

Richard’s heavy work truck was gone.

I climbed the concrete steps to the front porch.

All I needed was my winter coat and the emergency cash I kept in a tin above the refrigerator.

I slid my silver house key into the front door lock.

It stuck halfway in.

I pulled it out and tried again, rattling the heavy brass handle.

The cylinder wouldn’t turn.