The alert came right on time, just like it always did – nine o’clock on the first day of every month.

And stopped.

The house wasn’t what I remembered.

The faded walls were gone, replaced by fresh bright yellow paint. The garden was immaculate—roses, bougainvillea, trimmed hedges. A new wooden fence framed the property. And parked in the driveway was a sedan that looked almost new.

I double-checked the address.

It was correct.