I Came Home Early For My Daughter’s Birthday

soggy notepad. Shrugged. “These guys are getting smarter.”

My jaw clenched. “Smarter than the doorframe?”

He walked away.

At the hospital, my wife gripped a Styrofoam cup so tight it squeaked. “They said it’s a ‘robbery gone wrong,’” she whispered. “They think she surprised them.”

“Robbers take TVs,” I said. “They don’t take time.”

I went back to the house continue reading …