Our new house was supposed to be a fresh start for our family. But our creepy neighbor Dennis soon made me feel unsafe. When I told my husband, he blamed me instead. So I invited Dennis over for dinner, with a surprise neither man expected.
After our new neighbor blocked me in my kitchen, I told my husband what happened. Instead of helping, he accused me of flirting. I couldn’t understand why he kept defending the man who’d made me afraid in my own home—until an email appeared on our shared laptop. A few days later, Mark told me I owed our neighbor an apology. So I invited him to dinner.
Mark liked the garage. He said he could finally organize his tools.
We bought the house because of the kitchen window.
From the sink, I could see the entire backyard. Our daughter, Ellie, was four, and our son, Noah, had just turned two. I imagined watching them chase each other while I cooked dinner, instead of worrying about the busy road outside our old apartment.
We were still laughing when someone knocked.
“Welcome to the neighborhood. I’m right next door.”
Our neighbor Dennis stood on the porch holding a tray of brownies. He was about Mark’s age, broad-shouldered, and friendly in the practiced way of someone who knew every house on the street.
“Welcome to the neighborhood,” he said. “I’m right next door.”
Ellie appeared behind my legs.
“Brownies?” she asked.
Later, Mark invited him over to help carry the old dresser upstairs.
Dennis crouched. “Only if your mom says yes.”
It was a good first impression.
Later, Mark invited him over to help carry the old dresser upstairs. They spent an hour talking about football and a hardware store nearby.
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