Jack and I had only just begun settling into the quiet suburban rental home we’d chosen for a six-month work assignment when we received an unexpected welcome. The neighborhood looked peaceful, each home neatly arranged and nearly identical, and we assumed our stay would be uneventful. But the first morning, a sharp knock at the door broke our calm. A woman stood on the porch holding a tray of perfectly arranged cookies and introduced herself as Lindsey from two houses down.
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