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 nodded.

At 9:58, I woke my granddaughter.

Pulled a hooded sweatshirt over her pajamas.

She hugged her stuffed rabbit.

“Where are we going?”

“Gideon’s.”

“Why?”

“Storm sleepover.”