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

A few minutes later, another officer came out. Older. Calm.

The kind of man who makes you feel like things might work out.

He shook my hand.

“Helen? I’m Murray,” he said. “Tell me about Jack.”

So I did.

Again.

He listened. Jotted notes. Didn’t interrupt.

When I finished, I twisted my hands in my lap.

“I know I’m just the old lady next door,” I said.

“But if something happens to that boy and I sat on my hands…”

“You’re not ‘just’ anything,” he said. “You’re someone who noticed. That matters.

I’ll stop by this afternoon. Would you like to be there?”

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