I Gave My Last $20 to a Shivering Old Man at a Gas Station—The Next Morning, Three Black SUVs Pulled Into My Driveway

the doorway and pressed himself against my leg.

“Mom, are they gonna come back?”

“You’ll be hearing from my office,”

“Not the way they think, baby.”

I watched the last SUV crawl down the driveway, gravel kicking up behind its tires.

My legs finally started trembling, now that no one was left to see it.

I shut the door and leaned against it.

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