because we wanted to spy on our neighbors, but because we’d learned how easily familiarity could make us overlook what was happening right in front of us.
The hardest part wasn’t paying for the repairs.
It was accepting that someone we’d considered a friend had been willing to deceive us so casually.
For a while, the neighborhood felt different.
People still waved from their cars and chatted near their mailboxes, but conversations became more cautious when Kelsie was nearby.
Some neighbors were shocked. Others admitted they had noticed tension around
