I thought losing my elderly neighbor would be the hardest part of that morning. I was wrong — because the police found something in my car that made me look suspicious.I’ve lived in the same quiet suburb for years.
It’s just me and my two girls — Lily, who’s 10, and Emma, who just turned seven. Their dad… well, he’s been gone a long time. Emma was barely a few weeks old when the car accident happened.I never had many friends. Not real ones, anyway. People came and went, and I just stopped expecting anyone to stay.
Then Mrs. Wells moved in across from me.
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I remember the first time I saw her. It was a Saturday afternoon, about six months ago. A moving truck was parked across the street, and there she was — this tiny woman trying to carry a box that looked way too big for her.