My Father’s Midnight Call Saved Us—But I Wish I’d Never Looked Out the Window

made a small sound—more breath than noise—and I whispered, “On three, we go fast,” and he nodded, and I pushed him through the window first, guiding his small body down, and my knees hit the damp grass as I followed, and for one absurd moment I felt ridiculous—a grown man climbing out of his own guest room window like a teenager sneaking out past curfew.continue reading …