For the first time in a long while, he felt seen—and not for being dramatic, or difficult, or old-fashioned. Just for being right. Two days later, a black SUV with government plates rolled slowly up the gravel path.
Robert stood from the bench on the porch, wiping his hands on a towel. He’d been pruning the front hedges, trying not to think too much about the surge of attention online. Two uniformed officers stepped out—one from the local zoning board, the other from municipal law enforcement.