Some blamed the police.
Some blamed the schools.
Some blamed the neighbors.
Some blamed the society itself.
But they all agreed on one thing.
No one could stop talking about Lila.
Avery approached the front door carefully.
Not slowly.
Carefully.
There’s a difference.
Children can hear the panic.
Even through the walls.
Especially through the walls.
The porch light buzzed faintly even though it was still daytime.
There was no television played inside.
There are no rushed steps forward.
No confused adult voice asked why the police had arrived.
Just silence.
