Something heavy hitting a wall.
She had called twice because she was worried.
Each time, Sarah came to the screen door smiling and refused to let anyone inside.
Michael listened while every excuse he had repeated to himself over the previous months began collapsing at once.
Then Mrs. Harris told him what she had seen the previous night.
Jason had carried several black contractor bags into the backyard.
“He threw them into the pool,” she said.
Michael stopped trying to fit the situation into any version of normal family conflict.
Mrs. Harris opened her side gate.
