Hope’s Doors Highland Park Site

So if you ever find yourself in that town on a quiet afternoon, look for the house with the brick holding the screen open. Knock. Even if no one answers, the door will swing inward.

I remember walking down Central Avenue that Tuesday afternoon—not the summer Tuesday of the shooting, but the gray November one that followed. The leaves were gone. The banners celebrating the Fourth were long rolled up. But on every other front porch, I saw it: a strip of yellow tape, a handwritten sign, a basket of apples, a door left ajar. hope’s doors highland park