I thought moving into a new neighborhood was a fresh start. Caroline had welcomed us warmly, and I’d trusted her completely. But after my daughter’s playdate, a strange recording exposed something I hadn’t suspected. Suddenly, I was questioning two people I’d never imagined could betray me.
The first time I heard my husband tell another woman he was unhappy with me, his voice came out of our 5-year-old daughter’s stuffed parrot.
I played the recording twice.
Then my phone lit up with a message from Ben that made me wonder what else he’d been hiding.
***
Caroline was still smiling when my daughter, Mia, hurried past me into the house.
“We had such a wonderful time,” Caroline said, beaming. “Mia is an absolute angel.”
I played the recording twice.
I thanked her and watched her walk toward her spotless house three doors down.
***
Six months earlier, my husband, Ben, and I had moved into the neighborhood. Caroline had arrived with homemade muffins and an invitation to coffee.
She was the neighborhood association president. She remembered everyone’s birthdays and organized every gathering.
Somehow, she did it all without getting flour on her clothes.
I thanked her.
On the other hand, I’m always exhausted, and finding matching socks before breakfast counts as a successful morning.
Caroline’s perfection amused me more than anything.
But she’d also become my closest friend nearby.
***
That morning, she’d invited Mia to play with her daughter, Tessa. I’d told Ben before he left for work, but he’d been distracted by a call and barely nodded.
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