Noah didn’t go back inside until Ray opened the door an hour later, and I never stopped watching through the faded cloth hanging over the window. Once he was inside, Ray stepped onto the porch and cried. She held her arm against her chest, and I narrowed my eyes. What the fuck is going on over there? I wanted to walk over and demand an explanation. But I figured now wasn’t the time, so I continued to watch until the shadowed figure of the monster next door left without a glance at the woman on the porch and drove away in his big, obnoxious truck, and I didn’t stop watching until Ray went back
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