Ethan’s neighbour moved in three months ago. Three months and seven days to be precise. He could remember the exact moment she got out of her car that Saturday morning.
His wife could remember it too, but she could not be as precise as Ethan.
Ethan remembered being drawn to the woman’s long blonde hair and fresh skin under her fawn mac. He also remembered that Harper was annoyed with him. She whispered, “Don’t stare,” under her breath. He hoped that his wife of ten years did not notice, even though he had only seen this new neighbour for a few seconds. He was already captivated. Ethan forced a small laugh, turned away, and looked down the road as they drove off for their weekend shopping.
He did not look back, but the image stayed in his mind. The collar of her mac had been turned up. H
