My neighbor intercepted me at the elevator. “Do you know who comes to your house every Tuesday?” she asked. “I installed a hidden camera, and I couldn’t believe my eyes.”
I still remember the sound of the elevator doors that morning—a soft metallic sigh, like the building itself was tired of holding secrets.
I was on my way to work, coffee in one hand, keys in the other, when our neighbor, Mrs. Caldwell, appeared out of nowhere. She was always the type to know everyone’s business.
Elegant in a way that made you feel underdressed, hair in a neat silver bun, lipstick too red for nine in the morning. “Good morning, Emily,” she said, and her smile didn’t reach her eyes. “Can I ask you something personal?”
I hesitated.
“Sure. What’s wrong?”
“Do you know…” She leaned in slightly, lowering her voice. “Who comes to your apartment every Tuesday afternoon?”
For a second, I thought she was joking.
I even laughed—a small, confused sound. “What? What are you talking about?”
“Oh, I’m sure it’s nothing,” she said quickly, but her expression didn’t match her words.
“It’s just… I’ve noticed someone entering your place while you’re gone. Every Tuesday. I thought maybe you had a cleaner, or a friend dropping by.”
My fingers tightened around my coffee cup.
“No. No one has a key except my husband and me.”
She nodded slowly, like she was confirming something she already knew. “Well, maybe you should check,” she said.
“You can never be too careful, dear.”
Then the elevator arrived and she disappeared inside, leaving me with that sentence echoing in my head. All day at work, her words gnawed at me. I replayed them between emails and phone calls, trying to convince myself it was a misunderstanding.
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