The catch hardly mattered. The stillness did. It was on one of those fishing trips that Arthur first noticed the newcomers. When he drove back into the neighborhood, his yard was still damp with afternoon sun, and next door a moving truck blocked the drive.
Boxes stacked on the lawn, music spilled from a speaker, and voices carried across the hedge. Arthur paused on his porch, watching. The new family was loud, their movements brisk and careless, their laughter sharp against the hum of summer air.