He Was the Friendly Neighbour… Until The Camera Caught This (6 of 6)

Filled with journal entries. Grief. Fantasy. Loneliness.

“I don’t want to hurt anyone. I just want to matter.”

He was placed in long-term care. We visited once. He thanked us.

Sometimes, danger doesn’t knock. It slides quietly through a side door.

But so does pain.

We built fences. And conversations.

And we never leave the laundry window open anymore.