From the start, my new neighbors seemed peculiar. Their young child, barely four years old, played alone in the yard while her parents barely engaged. One day, I spent hours with the child until her mother finally appeared and invited me over out of courtesy. The next day, I found the abandoned child with a heartbreaking note. Acting swiftly, I decided to intervene.
The day began like any other in our quiet suburban neighborhood until a moving truck arrived at the long-abandoned house next door. Curious, I watched as a tall man and a pale woman, almost ghostly, emerged. Their young daughter, clutching a worn teddy bear, played alone in the overgrown yard.
A few days later, I saw the little girl again, dangerously close to the street. I guided her back and noticed the house was empty. Inside, I found her with a note that read, “She’s yours if you want her. We know you’ll take good care of her.” Panic surged as I took the girl and fled.
At home, Samuel was furious. He had always opposed having children. “Either you take her back, or go away,” he said. Heartbroken, I packed a few things and left, taking Lily with me.
We ended up staying at my office overnight. Days later, I learned Lily’s biological parents had left her an inheritance—the house. It became ours, a place now filled with warmth and love. Samuel, now reconsidering his stance, began helping with Lily. Though forgiveness was difficult, his efforts gave me hope for our future together.
