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

“I hope so,” I said.

“I’m worried about a boy on my street. I might be wrong. I’d like to be wrong.

But if I’m right and say nothing…”

He nodded and grabbed a clipboard.

“What’s your name?” he asked.

“Helen. I live on Maple.”

“Jack. He’s 12.

Lives next door. I don’t see any adults there much.”

I told him about the crying on the porch. The dark house.

The unanswered door.

He didn’t laugh or tell me I was overreacting.

“You did the right thing coming in,” he said. His badge said LEWIS. “Let me get Officer Murray.

He handles welfare checks.”

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