It was our little escape.
Or at least, I thought it was.
One afternoon, I was bringing groceries inside when our neighbor Lisa stopped me near the driveway.
She looked uncomfortable.
“Could you guys maybe keep it down in the evenings?”
I frowned.
“Keep what down?”
“The music,” she said. “And the shouting.”
I stared at her.
“What music?”
She hesitated.
“Sunday night was especially loud.”
I could feel the confusion spreading across my face.
“What Sunday night?”
Lisa pointed toward our backyard.
“There were people in your hot tub until pretty late.”
My stomach tightened.
Tom and I had been out of town that entire weekend.
Nobody had permission to enter our yard.
“Nobody was supposed to be there,” I told her.
Lisa’s expression changed.
“Well… someone definitely was.”
I thanked her and walked inside.
But I couldn’t stop thinking about what she’d said.
