For three years, my neighbor barely left her house and lived behind closed doors with a child no one had ever seen. The moment I caught a glimpse through her window, I realized why, and my heart stopped cold.
Something always felt off about my neighbor Nelly. In three years, I’d barely seen her outside, except to check the mail or drive to the store.
What felt even stranger was that she’d been heavily pregnant when she moved in. Yet, no one had seen her baby even once in these three years.
I shook my head, trying to dispel the uneasy feeling. “Get it together, Martha,” I muttered to myself, gripping the edge of the sink.
Later that evening, I sat on the porch with my husband, Evan, watching our boys kick a soccer ball around the yard.
The setting sun painted the sky in hues of orange and pink, but I couldn’t shake the shadow of unease.
“Evan,” I began, hesitating. “Have you noticed anything odd about our neighbor?”
He raised an eyebrow, taking a sip of his beer. “Nelly?
What about her?”
“It’s just she’s so isolated. I tried talking to her at the supermarket the other day, and she practically ran away.”
Evan chuckled, his arm draped casually over the back of the porch swing. “Some people just aren’t social butterflies, Martha.
Not everyone’s cut out for neighborhood barbecues and block parties.”
“I suppose. But what about her baby? No one’s seen the child in three years.
Isn’t that strange?”
He shrugged, his eyes following the boys’ game. “Maybe she’s just protective. Don’t worry so much, hon.
Focus on our family.”
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