Nick’s POV
“Excuse me, my grandson said that you are our new neighbor,” a woman said with a beautiful voice.
I, who was engrossed in looking at every photo displayed on the living room wall, immediately turned and walked toward a middle-aged woman with short hair with a casual look, and bare face, but she looked beautiful, especially when her lips painted a smile. Piper’s face was like hers, or Piper had inherited her mother’s beauty.
“That’s right. I live right across from you. My name is Nick Harrison,” I said as I shook her hand.
“Karen Smith. Please have a seat,” she replied.
We both sat down in the living room. Not long after, the boy came in with a glass, and he placed it in front of me.
“Here’s the tea. Please drink it,” the boy said.
“What’s your name?” I ask
