“Trick or treat,” the girl giggled, holding out a pillowcase full of sweets. They all looked at me the way a toddler looks at a monkey at the zoo. Something about them felt off, and I wanted nothing more in that moment than to slam the door shut and forget all about the holiday. Instead, like the moron I am, I grabbed a few Milky Way chocolate bars from the bucket next to the door and dropped them into the pillow case. The girl’s eyes lingered on my engagement ring, which usually made me happy. I’d talk people’s ears off about the way I proposed to my fiancée, the way we met and just how idyllic our life was. This girl didn’t look at it with curiosity, however. Her eyes gleamed like those of a predator who’d just seen its dinner and found it to be delectable.
“You married, mister?” she asked with a wry smirk on her face.
