Except Dorothy started asking him for small favors.
That sounded like him.
The next week, he returned, and this time Dorothy opened the door and asked him to do the backyard.
After that, he kept going back.
Except Dorothy started asking him for small favors.
“Like what?” I asked.
Each favor sounded harmless by itself, but hearing them together made the worry inside me grow.
Justin counted them on his fingers.
“Move a flowerpot. Bring the trash can back. Grab groceries from the porch. Change batteries in this lantern she has.”
Each favor sounded harmless by itself, but hearing them together made the worry inside me grow.
My voice came out sharper than I intended.
“You were doing chores for her inside?”
“No. Mostly outside.”
“We’re not saying he did anything wrong.”
“Mostly?”
“Mom.”
“Justin.”
The officer gently interrupted.
“We’re not saying he did anything wrong.”
He genuinely didn’t understand the question.
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