“This is an eyesore!” she snapped.
Before I could even process what was happening, or anyone could react, Mrs. Harlow grabbed a metal bar lying on the ground and swung it hard.
The wood on the ramp cracked.
Caleb screamed from the porch!
Ethan stood frozen beside me.
Mrs. Harlow didn’t stop until the whole thing collapsed.
“Fix your mess,” she said coldly, dropping the bar.
Then she walked away as if nothing had happened.
Silence settled over the street.
Caleb’s mother had joined him as he sat at the top of the steps again.
Watching.
Just like before.
Back inside our house, Ethan sat on the edge of his bed, staring at his hands.
“I should’ve made it stronger,” he muttered, berating himself.
I sat beside him. “No. You did something good. That’s what matters.”
“But it didn’t last.”
I didn’t have an answer for that.
