Not from anyone I love.
The first buzz might be nothing.
The second one might be the whole world asking whether you are paying attention.
That afternoon, I was twenty minutes away.
My brother was fifteen.
The police were close.
But the bravest person in that story was a four-year-old boy who hid long enough to call his father and tell the truth.
He saved himself before any of us reached the door.
We just ran the rest of the way.
