My Neighbor Warned Me About Wednesdays—So I Installed a Camera. What It Recorded Changed Everything.”

“Of course,” I replied, adjusting the tote on my shoulder.

Her voice dropped even lower.

“Do you know who comes to your apartment every Wednesday?”

For a moment I thought I’d misheard.

“What do you mean?”

Eleanor hesitated, clearly choosing her words.

“I see someone sometimes when I water my plants near the window,” she said. “Around late morning. They come up the stairs, stop at your door… and then go inside.”

My stomach turned cold.