She smiled as our cars were hauled away, convinced she had won some neighborhood battle. But by the next morning, she was standing on her porch in shock, facing a $25,000 mistake she’d never forget.Jack and I had only spent one night in the house. It was a small, single-story rental tucked into a quiet suburb. Tan bricks. Green shutters. A patchy lawn that looked like it hadn’t been watered since spring.
We were just here on a temporary assignment for work. Nothing long-term.
We had barely finished unpacking the coffee maker when the doorbell rang.
Jack groaned. « We don’t even have curtains up yet. »I checked the peephole. « Well, looks like the Welcome Committee’s here. »
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