My Five Year Old Asked About A Man Who Visits At Night And I Set Up A Camera

I had met in the years since the divorce, every neighbor, every father from Ellie’s preschool, every man whose name might be Tom. I kept arriving at nothing. There was no Tom in my life, no Tom adjacent to my life, no one who fit the description of old and slow-moving with the smell of oil and machinery, no one who had any reason to be standing outside continue reading …