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

“Why wait until ten?”

Gideon leaned closer.

“Because they’re waiting too.”

“What?”

“I think they’re watching to see if you go to bed.”

I looked toward the stairs.

Rosalind.

“Get her out quietly.”