Then I nearly added that Trevor had a key to the side door.

I had forgotten that detail until she asked.

I called Ortega from the parking lot.

He promised to change the locks before dark.

On the drive back, I remembered Raymond teaching Trevor to ride a bicycle.

He had run alongside our son down a long stretch of pavement until Trevor learned to keep the handlebars straight.

When Raymond stopped running, Trevor pedaled another twenty yards without knowing he was alone.

He looked over his shoulder, shouted with delight, and promptly fell into the grass.