We spend so much time teaching our kids to fear the rough-looking strangers, but sometimes, the roughest hands are the ones that keep us safe.
PART 2
I thought the black sedan speeding away would be the end of it.
I thought the danger had left our neighborhood in a cloud of tire smoke, and all we had to do was breathe again.
I was wrong.
Because twenty minutes after Silas went back to hauling trash cans like he hadn’t just protected a child, a photo of him standing on Kinsley’s lawn showed up online.
And the caption made my blood run cold.
“Creepy sanitation guy loitering outside a teenage girl’s house. Anybody know him?”
By dinner time, half the town had seen it.
By bedtime, people who had never spoken one word to Silas were calling him a threat.
And by the next morning, the man who had saved that girl was the one everyone wanted punished.
