My Housekeeper Heard Singing Behind My Guest Room Wall

mail in the front seat addressed to Ms. Bishop at a PO box in Morganton. Also baby supplies in the trunk.”

I put my hand on the hood.

Cold.

So she’d gone somewhere in another car. Or no car.

Or never gone at all.

What He Finally Said

They put Daniel at our kitchen table.

Not handcuffed yet. Not free either.

He sat where he always sat, under the ugly light continue reading …