It was a drawing of four stick people, one tall, one with yellow hair, two little ones, all holding hands.

He passed it to me.

“Can we go home to our apartment now?”

I looked down at the drawing.

The tallest figure had a blue square for a shirt.

“We’re going right now,” I said.

Elsie got up and carried her board book to the door.

Micah followed with the cereal box under his arm.