After Returning a Lost Wallet From My Mechanic Shop a Sheriff Came Looking for Me

when something unexpected threatens my equilibrium: the three children asleep upstairs. The thought of them was immediate and specific and more powerful than anything else in the moment.

“Evan?” the sheriff said.

“Yes.”

“My name is Sheriff Matt. I need to ask you a few questions. Can I come in?”

I stepped back and let him through. He walked into the living continue reading …