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

Then a shout cut through the quiet. “There!”

I grabbed Jay’s wrist and ran.

The world collapsed to sound and motion—Jay’s bare feet slapping the grass, my lungs burning, the back door banging open behind us, a flashlight sweeping the yard, and then a sound that was nothing like the movies, nothing like the sharp crack of a Hollywood gunshot—a muffled continue reading …