It was the middle of the night, and I was scrolling through social media. Suddenly, I came across a post from Claudia Taylor, the widow who lived next door. She had posted at 10 PM, with the caption:[A family of three.]The picture showed three hands stacked together—two adults' hands and one small child's hand.I frowned in confusion. Hadn’t Claudia's husband passed away long ago? For the past three years, she'd been living across the street with just her little boy. Still, I gave the post a like. Barely two minutes later, the post disappeared. Claudia had deleted it.The next morning, after preparing breakfast for my family, I hurried to take Mia Hart, my daughter, to preschool.As soon as I stepped out the door, I ran into Claudia and her son, Finn Taylor.“Claudia, taking Finn to school, too?” I greeted her warmly.She looked startled, as if she hadn’t expected to see me, but quickly forced a smile. "Yeah. And you're taking Mia, I see?"Her gaze lingered on Mia.
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