Every Morning, My Neighbor Takes Out Bags of Trash – When I Found Out Where It Came From, I Couldn’t Look at Her the Same Way Again

Two bags remained at the curb.

Anna was reading at the kitchen table.

“I did not say anything.”

“You are thinking loudly.”

“I am going to check the mail.”

“The mail arrives at three.”

I crossed the street anyway.

The larger bag had been tied in a careful double knot.

I opened it anyway. Instead of trash, I found several clothes belonging to a girl.

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