For almost a year, I thought my daughter-in-law’s strangest rule was about protecting my grandson. I had no idea she was protecting him from someone who kept coming back.
For over a year, every Wednesday looked exactly the same.
I’d arrive a little before eight.
Andy would already be at the kitchen table eating cereal while telling me about whatever six-year-olds considered important that week.
Space rockets.
Why worms didn’t have feet.
For almost a year, I babysat while Nathan and Abigail worked.
After Nathan died, Abigail took three months off after the funeral, but life didn’t stop asking for mortgage payments because your husband was gone.
When she returned to work, I picked Wednesdays back up without a second thought.
No babysitting money.
Just family helping family.
Every time, before she picked up her purse, she gave me the same reminder.
“Whatever happens, don’t let Andy go into the front yard.”
The first time she said it, I laughed.
She didn’t smile.
“Promise me.”
“I promise.”
The next Wednesday, she said it again.
Then the Wednesday after that.
After a few months, I started finishing the sentence for her.
She’d nod, kiss Andy on the forehead, and leave. I never asked why.
At first, I assumed she worried about traffic, then I blamed social media.
Every week there seemed to be another frightening story about strangers approaching children. Maybe she was one of those parents who expected danger behind every parked car.
I didn’t always agree with it.
Her rules came first.
For almost a year, I followed that one without question. Until the Wednesday I noticed Andy standing perfectly still in front of the living room window.
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