You must be our new neighbors! Mrs Lowell gushes and waves across the picket fence. I clutch my daughters hand and smile back: but the second Mrs Lowell sees my husband a strange expression crosses her face. In that moment I make a promise. We finally have a family home. My past is far, far behind us. And Ill do anything to keep it that way... I used to clean other peoples houses- -now, I cant believe this home is actually mine. The charming kitchen, the quiet cul-de-sac, the huge yard where my kids can play. My husband and I saved for years to give our children the life they deserve. Even though Im wary of our new neighbor Mrs Lowell, when she invites us over for dinner its our chance to make friends. Her maid opens the door wearing a white apron, her hair in a tight bun. I know exactly what its like to be in her shoes. But her cold stare gives me chills... The Lowells maid isnt the only strange thing on our street. Im sure I see a shadowy figure watching us. My husband leaves the house late at night. And when I meet a woman who lives across the way, her words chill me to the bone: Be careful of your neighbors . Did I make a terrible mistake moving my family here? I thought Id left my darkest secrets behind. But could this quiet suburban street be the most dangerous place of all?
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