Davis glanced outside the window with resentment in his eyes. The neighbors’ kids were carelessly playing on their new swingset in golden hour’s glow: joyful cries were voiced up and down as they took turns on the slides, climbed up the poles, and jumped off the monkey bars. Sarah, the youngest child, moved in tow with Luke, the middle child, or ‘instigator’, rather. Evan, the babysitter (being the oldest of the three) didn’t move with as much…
