The Neighbor’s Kids Cleaned Our Street Every Sunday—Then I Found What They Were Hiding Under My Bush

the door.

“Hi,” she said.

Her eyes immediately moved toward the notebook in my hand.

Her expression changed.

“You found it.”

I didn’t know what to say.

“What is this?”

She stepped inside and closed the door behind her.

“My children weren’t supposed to let you see that.”

“Then why were they hiding it in my yard?”

She sighed.

“Because they thought you were the continue reading …