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For three years, Martha lived next to Nelly, a withdrawn woman whose quiet presence seemed to linger like a shadow through the thin walls of her humble home.
Whispers circulated through the neighborhood—tales of a missing child, a mysterious history, a woman concealing more than just her identity.
When Martha, ever kind and welcoming, brought cookies over to introduce herself, Nelly barely opened the door before murmuring, “Now’s not a good time.” Even Mrs. Freddie, beloved for her cherry pie, was gently turned away.
Yet Martha couldn’t shake the uneasy feeling that something wasn’t right, even as her husband Evan dismissed it all as baseless neighborhood gossip.
Then, on a warm afternoon, everything shifted.
While tending her garden, Martha noticed movement in Nelly’s upstairs window.
Looking up, she caught sight of a small boy pulling back the curtain.

He had soft brown curls and a distinct teardrop-shaped birthmark on his cheek.
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