day, I even told their mother, “You should be so proud of your children.”
She smiled strangely and quickly changed the subject.
I didn’t understand why.
Now, I wish I had paid attention.
Last Sunday, I was sitting on my porch with a cup of coffee when I saw the children again.
Everything seemed normal at first.
They picked up a crushed soda can and a few candy wrappers before approaching my house.
Then something felt wrong.
The little boy kept looking over his shoulder.
His sister suddenly stood in
