Neighbor Left Me a Note about My Wife – What I Discovered Left Me Flabbergasted

The weekend we moved in felt like a postcard. Sun on new shingles, kids zigzagging on scooters, neighbors arriving in a parade of Tupperware and “Welcome to the block!” We were the latest addition to a cul-de-sac that apparently ran on brownies and block parties. All except the man next door. Phil’s lawn looked like a magazine spread—edged within an inch of its life, roses marching in military precision—but the man himself was ice. While everyone else hugged and hovered, he watched. Not a smile. Not a nod. Just a steady, assessing stare that made the hairs on my arms… CONTINUE READING…