“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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