My Grandfather Asked Why I Was Walking With My Baby

I did not cry.

Something colder than tears moved through me.

“What happens now?” I asked.

Mr. Parker closed the folder.

“Now we stop them.”

That evening, my parents and Lauren came to my grandfather’s gate.

I saw them on the security camera in the study.

My mother stood closest to the intercom, wearing the cream coat she wore to church when she wanted people continue reading …