Drinks were opened.
Snacks were passed around.
They laughed.
They relaxed.
They spent hours in our hot tub.
Our hot tub.
At one point, Jim even walked onto our patio and opened a storage box.
I could feel my face getting hotter with every second.
“How do they think this is okay?” I asked.
Tom didn’t answer.
He kept watching.
Then we noticed something that made the entire situation even more disturbing.
The timestamp.
They had entered our backyard almost immediately after our car disappeared.
They had been watching for us to leave.
This wasn’t accidental.
It was planned.
We spoke with Lisa again.
This time, she was more forthcoming.
She mentioned hearing people in our backyard on several weekends over the previous year.
Weekends she knew we had been away.
That meant this had probably been happening for months.
Possibly more than a year.
