(Please Note: You must read the entry just before this one for this to make any sense. Also, you won't ruin the story by reading the ending first.)
The guy across the street just came by to thank me again and explain what had happened in detail (I won't get into that here, but the first door opening was by his disabled mother who didn't see anyone at the door and so closed it).
He repeatedly expressed his gratitude and disbelief about what had happened, and seemed genuinely fearful of what could have happened had I not come home at that time.
Really seemed like a nice guy, and is in a very similar situation as myself, being a divorced single parent with part-time custody of his kids (though I have mine full-time).
Told him I'm just glad everyone is okay.
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