He came from the side alley, carrying a grocery bag. Walked right up like nothing had happened.
I froze. Nadine gasped.
But he didn’t look at us.
He walked straight past the paramedics, dropped the bag on Talbot’s porch, then turned around and left. No words. No eye contact.
We called the police. Again.
They caught him two blocks over.
And that’s when everything changed.
Because in the grocery bag weren’t just snacks or supplies.
There was a notebook. Filled cover to cover with entries.
Journal entries.
Some were dated years back. They talked about Everett’s loneliness. About how he watched families and imagined what it would be like to belong again. Some were creepy. Others… just heartbreaking.