Beside Eli stood Mr. Albert, Rosa’s husband, wearing a bathrobe, plaid pajama pants, and only one bedroom slipper. His bare foot was scraped, and he held Eli’s hand tightly like a frightened child lost in a crowd. Mr. Albert has Alzheimer’s. Some days he recognizes me. Lately, there are days when he doesn’t even recognize his own wife.

“He slipped out while I was showering,” Rosa sobbed. “Two hours ago. The police have been searching everywhere.” My heart pounded as I turned toward Eli. He stared at his sneakers. “I’m sorry, Mom. I broke a rule. I took the shortcut behind the school.” He swallowed and glanced at Mr. Albert. “I found him standing on the railroad tracks.” I froze. Then Eli said the words that made my stomach drop. “Mom, I could already hear the train coming.”

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