When My Kids Didn’t Show Up, My Neighbor Held My Hand Instead

bagel like he didn’t have a care in the world.

I answered anyway.

“Hello?”

A woman’s voice. Cheerful. Too cheerful.

“Hi! Is this Martha?” she asked. “This is Tina. I’m in your building. Third floor. I just wanted to say… I saw what happened yesterday.”

My heart dropped.

“What happened yesterday?” I asked, though I knew exactly what she meant.

“I mean—at the continue reading …