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

School.

Birthdays.

Normal mornings.

Fear hates ordinary life because ordinary life proves fear is no longer in charge.

One autumn afternoon, when Rosalind was nineteen, she came home from college.

She crossed the street to Gideon first.

Again.

I complained.