When my new neighbor, Claire, moved in six months ago, I thought she was just a regular person. The kind who would mind her own business and not cause any trouble in the neighborhood.
She was in her 40s, lived with her 16-year-old son, Adam, and at first, she seemed pretty nice. Friendly, even. She borrowed my ladder once, then my garden hose, and later, I even let her use our outdoor grill station when we weren’t home.
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