My Neighbor Asked to Use My Backyard for One Afternoon — The Next Morning, I Found a Massive Hole in the Yard and My Neighbor Had Disappeared

again.

I avoided that question.

On Saturday afternoon, I briefly wondered how Mark’s party was going.

I pictured people laughing in my yard while he stood near the grill. I considered sending him a message to remind him about the flowers, but I stopped myself.

I did not want to act controlling.

He had given me no reason not to trust him.

By Sunday afternoon,continue reading …