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

Then reality returns.

Rosalind is grown.

The house is quiet.

The new utility system hums normally.

The locks are solid.

Jason cannot walk through the back door with Camille’s spare key.

That key became evidence.

Then eventually just metal.