At 6:00 A.M., My Mother Learned Whose House She Lived In

into my driveway.

Jason’s truck right behind it.

Mrs. Delgado was still at my table. She looked out the window, took one sip of coffee, and said, “Oh, good. The circus.”

My kids were in the den with a movie on. I told them to stay there no matter what. Sophie looked up at me, searching my face the way children do when they’re trying to decide if they continue reading …