Where Gerald opened his front door that morning, the neighborhood kids were blocking the street, shouting and kicking a ball around. His nerves burned at every shout and kick as he locked each of three locks from the outside. They all took separate keys, but as this was his practice,…
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Grace was nowhere to found. It started just like any other day. Tom waited in the pick-up line with the other parents, inching his white Camry closer and closer to the curb where the kindergartners waited in a jagged row, twisting and swinging their backpacks and occasionally covering their mouths…