Life on the quiet edge of town was usually predictable. My neighbor Dorothy, an eighty-three-year-old widow, spent her days caring for her garden and enjoying the simple rhythm of solitude. But recently, something strange disturbed the peace.
Every afternoon at exactly two o’clock, an unfamiliar man parked nearby and quietly entered Dorothy’s house. At first, I assumed he was family, a caregiver, or someone helping her. But as the visits continued for hours each day, my concern grew.
