ADRIANA
The car eventually slowed down at a small and somewhat tattered-looking house at the far end of a quiet street.
“Hi Mrs. Neil.” Hazel knocked on the front door.
When there was no answer, she turned to me.
“She has OCD, so things are done a bit differently here.”
My brows furrowed. “Isn’t that like being obsessed with cleaning or things like that?”
She shook her head.
“No, it means this.”
She raised her hand to knock again.
“Hi Mrs. Neil.”
And again.
“Hi Mrs. Neil.”
After the fourth time, the door suddenly opened and an elderly woman stood in the doorway. Her bright orange hair caught my eyes first, contrasted by her beautiful green eyes that sparkled with warmth.
“Beta, I’ve been expecting you. Come in, come in.”
As she walked away, Hazel gave me the explanation I’d b
