The Last Text Said “If the Little Girl Keeps Looking, We’ll Take Her Too”

what I do every single night, and I’ll probably do it until I die.

I walk through the new house and I check the windows.

Not the locks. The windows themselves. I pull the curtains all the way back and I look out at the dark street and I make sure there’s nothing standing there waving that I’m too tired or too scared or too sensible to see.

Because I almost continue reading …