She looked at my outfit and said, almost automatically, “That’s cute.”
Then she froze.
So did I.
For one second, we both remembered everything.
I smiled slightly. “Thanks.”
She nodded and went inside.
The strangest part is that I spent months worrying about strangers stealing things from my porch.
The whole time, the person taking them was the neighbor I kept telling about the problem.
Would you have confronted Denise the moment you saw her in the dress, or waited until you had camera proof?
