I didn’t even know they had daughters.
The house next door had been empty for almost three months before the sale finally went through.
I knew the new owners would be moving in sometime that month, but they never came over to introduce themselves or even say hello.
Normally, I would have knocked on their door with a pie or a loaf of banana bread.
That was the kind of neighborhood we had.
People waved from their porches, collected packages for one another, and knew which dog belonged to which house.
But something about the couple next door made me hesitate.
I had only seen a man and woman standing in the driveway once, so I assumed they were just a couple.
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