My Little Neighbor Didn’t Let Anyone Into His Home Until a Police Officer Arrived and Stepped Inside

I walked closer, knees complaining.

“I think you’re brave,” I said.

“But no, sweetheart. You’re not okay. You’re scared and alone and pretending you’re not.

That isn’t okay.”

Murray looked between us.

“Mrs. Doyle,” he said quietly, “you live alone?”

“Yes,” I said. “Just me.

For a long time.”

“If we get his mom’s permission and clear it with CPS,” he said, “would you be willing to have Jack stay with you for now?”

“Yes,” I said without hesitation. “Absolutely.”

Jack blinked fast.

“You’d want me there?” he asked. “I’m loud.

And I fall a lot. And I forget stuff.”

“I’ve had too much quiet and not enough falling,” I said. “I think we’ll manage.”

Murray smiled.

“Alright,” he said.

“Jack, nobody’s dragging you out tonight. I’m going to make some calls, talk to your mom, and do this the right way. Fair?”

Jack nodded, wiping his face with his sleeve.

The next week was paperwork and calls.

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