Chapter 8 - The First Night Behind an Unlocked DoorDrew left the hospital in a wheelchair.
His leg was protected inside a bright blue cast Lily had decorated with crooked stars. She insisted on riding beside him all the way to Peter’s house.
When the car stopped at the curb, Drew stared at the porch.
The toolbox was gone.
The loose hinge had been repaired by one of Peter’s neighbors while he remained at the hospital.
But the doormat, white railings, and wooden steps were exactly as Drew remembered them.
Peter walked around the vehicle and opened the door.
“We can use the back entrance.”
Drew shook his head.
“I want this one.”
Peter lifted Lily first.
Then he helped Drew into the wheelchair and pushed him toward the porch ramp temporarily installed that morning.
At the doorway, Drew looked down at the board where Peter’s screwdriver had fallen.
“You caught us here.”
“Yes.”
“I thought I was going to drop her.”
“You didn’t.”
“I almost did.”
Peter knelt in front of him.
“You carried Lily farther than any child should ever have been asked to carry anyone.”
Drew looked toward his sister.
“She couldn’t walk.”
“I know.”
“She was hungry.”
“I know.”
Drew’s face tightened.
“I should have gotten her out sooner.”
Peter felt his heart break in a new place.
“No.”
He placed one hand over the wheelchair arm.
“You were not responsible for getting either of you out. The adults were responsible for keeping you safe.”
“They didn’t.”
“No,” Peter said. “They didn’t.”
He did not offer a comforting lie.
Instead, he gave the boy something firmer.
“But I will.”
Inside, Peter had transformed the guest rooms.
Drew’s room had space for the wheelchair, shelves within reach, and a lamp beside the bed. Lily’s room stood directly across the hallway with the door visible from Drew’s pillow.
The children refused to sleep separately.
Peter moved Lily’s mattress into Drew’s room.
Then Drew asked whether the bedroom door locked.
“It can,” Peter said.
Drew panicked.
Peter immediately removed the latch plate in front of him and placed it in the toolbox.
“This door will never lock from the outside.”
That night, Peter found both children awake after midnight.
Lily was eating crackers beneath the blanket.
Drew had hidden three packages beside his pillow.
He expected food to disappear.
Peter brought a basket filled with snacks and placed it between the beds.
“This stays here.”
“All night?” Drew asked.
“All night.”
“What if we eat it?”
“I’ll refill it.”
Drew looked suspicious.
“What if we eat everything?”
“Then tomorrow I buy more.”
The boy stared at Peter as though abundance were a language he had forgotten.
Near dawn, both children finally slept.
Peter remained in the hallway with his back against the wall.
Not guarding a locked door.
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Guarding an open one.
👉 The children were safe inside Peter’s home, but Drew still carried a secret about the final night Aaron was alive.
