my days. But last Thursday, that peace was shattered by a simple ring of the doorbell. I wasn’t expecting visitors, and the sight of a woman standing on my porch sent a strange shiver through my soul. She looked to be about forty, her face etched with a mixture of nervousness and something I couldn’t quite identify.
She offered a small, uneasy smile as our eyes met. “I’m so sorry to bother you,” she began, her voice barely a whisper. “I’ve spent a long time looking for this house. I
