Aria’s POV
That weekend, as I headed out to get the Sunday newspaper from the box, I noticed that the house beside mine had finally sold. It had sat empty for so long after the previous owner moved away that I had assumed the asking price was outlandish.
Either it came way down, or my new neighbor liked the house enough to throw money away. It was a good neighborhood, safe, with a good school. But the houses weren’t mansions. They shouldn’t be sold at mansion prices.
I collected the newspaper from the box beneath the mailbox, then turn around to bring it inside. I’m only halfway back up my sidewalk when I moving truck pulled into the barren driveway of the newly purchased house.
Moving in already?
From the doorway, I spotted Joe watching the excitement. The moving truck was loud and h
