You see it happen. And you hear the news later. The girl is safe. She left your house and ended up on the back porch of the people she was babysitting for. You don’t know how. You were standing out front of that house with Gibson and suddenly they all come running out front and an ambulance pulls up and there she goes, the girl, with your wife’s clothes on. This is a relief. For you. For Gibson. Although you are waiting for the police to knock on the door, ask you what you were doing with the girl in your house, arrest you. You are waiting for prison, for the title of pedophile, even though you never touched her. It wasn’t about that. It was about grief. About loneliness. You needed a friend.
They have mentioned your wife’s clothes on the girl on TV and how she hasn’t told them who gave t
