After Alice’s brothers chased me off their property and threatened me with a PFA, I wandered the park until dark. And then I couldn’t figure out what to do next, so I sat down next to the fountain to watch fireflies. I have no idea what time it is. My phone is in my car, double parked where I screeched to a halt outside the Peterson house.

I hear someone approaching, but don’t look up. The massive forms of my brothers come into my line of vision, and I grunt by way of ...