My Neighbor Knocked in the Rain and Told Me to Take My Granddaughter Across the Street—From His Window, I Watched My Own Son Enter My House

I’m sorry I called.

I’m sorry I needed you.

I’m sorry you went out because of me.

This time I said:

“I know now.”

Rain from the previous night still darkened the grass.

“I didn’t call you.”

Saying it aloud hurt.