Every morning before sunrise, a silver whistle echoed across our neighborhood, followed by a silence that never felt normal. After weeks of watching what happened on the other side of the fence, I became convinced I was looking at a family no child should have to grow up in.
The whole neighborhood warned us about the father raising seven children alone.
My husband and I laughed it off.
The rent on our new house was almost too good to be true. Quiet street. Large backyard.
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