MY MOTHER-IN-LAW ACCIDENTALLY RECORDED SOMETHING SHE WAS NEVER SUPPOSED TO SEE (2 of 13)

Then… he pulled out something. Held it up to his nose. I paused the video.

It was one of my blouses.

My stomach flipped. Because the man wasn’t a stranger.

It was our neighbor, Everett. The quiet widower who always offered to take our trash bins in if we forgot.

I looked at the time stamp. 2:12 p.m.

At that exact time, I was out front talking to Melissa and Josh about schools. My husband was in the backyard. Our laundry room was empty. Or so we thought.

I replayed the clip. Watched Everett slowly drop the blouse back in the basket. He looked around, then stepped out of frame.

That wasn’t just creepy. That was trespassing.

I sat there frozen, my laptop warming my thighs, heart thudding in my ears.