Story Title: Under the Bed
Part 1: The Day I Hid in My Daughter’s Room
Mrs. Greene said it the way people say things when they don’t realize they’re pulling a thread.
We were both out by the mailbox on a clear Massachusetts morning, the air sharp with early fall and the kind of quiet you get in neighborhoods where lawns are trimmed like a rule. Her little dog was sniffing the edge of my hydrangeas, and Mrs. Greene was squinting at a coupon flyer like it had personally offended her.
“Oh,” she said, almost casually, “I saw Lily walking home yesterday.”
I blinked, smiling automatically. “From school?”
Mrs. Greene shrugged, like the difference didn’t matter. “Looked like it. It was around… oh, maybe eleven? Or noon? I remember because I was bringing my recycling out and I thought, is there a half day?”
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