On Christmas

, my father opened the front door.

He stepped onto the porch.

He looked in the direction the girls had gone.

Then he went back inside.

He did not follow them.

He did not call 911.

He did not call me.

He simply closed the door again.

When Officer Reeves told me that the next morning, I had to sit down.

By then, Lily was eating Jell-O, and Emma was asleep with continue reading …