said. “The couple moved years ago.”
I raised the photograph.
“He found us first.”
When we returned home, the birthday party was still going.
Riley and Rex were laughing somewhere in the backyard.
My mother’s car was parked near the curb.
Watson reached for my hand.
“Let me go in first.”
“No,” I said. “You’re coming with me.”
We walked up the porch steps together.
A tall young man stood near the railing, looking like he couldn’t decide whether to knock or disappear.
“I’m sorry,” he said. “I left the
