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

can’t just let some stranger—”

“Don’t call him a stranger,” I cut in, and the words surprised even me.

The room went silent.

David looked at me, startled.

Ethan’s mouth fell open slightly.

“Mom—”

“He’s not a stranger,” I repeated, slower, firmer. “He lives next door. He knows when my lights are on. He knows when my trash doesn’t go out. He knows I water continue reading …