An Elderly Woman Warned Me Not To Touch The Snow—The Next Morning, I Understood Why

the thin trust I’d placed in a locked door.

I stood by the window, gripping the sill until my knuckles went white. My heart hammered so hard I could feel it in my throat, in my wrists, in the backs of my eyes.

I forced myself to look again. Carefully. Methodically, the way the intruder had walked. The tracks didn’t wander chaotically. They were purposeful.continue reading …