It started with the little things.

Misplaced keys, lost wallets, hidden shoes.

Upside down frames, overturned garbage, broken dishes.

Unlocked doors, open windows, gaping garage.

Shifting shapes in the shadows, creaking footsteps in the night, a hovering presence in the room.

Concerned family members, doctor’s visits, new prescriptions.

A lighter in hand, a voice in ear, a siren in air.

Red and blue flashing lights, rough hands and loud voices, cold handcuffs and a moving car.

A burning house, a smoky window, a smiling face, a smiling face, a smiling face.