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

Gideon continued.

“Same view of your house.”

He had written down dates.

Times.

License-plate information.

I thought he was being overly cautious.

Then two days later, he showed me a photograph.

A woman standing beside my back fence before sunrise.