The Knock Came Before I Could Dial 911

My mind tried to make room for some ordinary reason, paperwork, medicine, a forgotten form, one of those stupid adult mistakes that ruin a child’s night without meaning to.

Then Clara made a sound from the bedroom.

Not a scream.

A tiny animal noise.

The folder under his arm

“Who are you?” I called through the door.

There was a pause, just a hair too long.continue reading …