My husband had been visiting our beautiful new neighbor quite often, helping with heavy boxes or fixing a lightbulb. One day, I couldn’t take it anymore and went over with some cookies, pretending to be a friendly neighbor. That’s when I saw a little boy… He was the spitting image of my husband!I began noticing how often David helped our new neighbor, Lauren. At first, it seemed harmless—carrying boxes, fixing a broken door, simple things neighbors usually do. But as the days went by, his visits to her house became more frequent. “Why do you keep going over there?” I asked him one night, my voice betrayed a hint of annoyance.He shrugged, barely looking up from his phone. “She just needs help with a few things. It’s no big deal, Sarah.” “No big deal?
