My neighbor, three houses down, was walking their dog. Cars drove by, heading home. A few joggers passed by, out for their evening run.

I turned back and went inside, but that weird, unsettling feeling of being watched wouldn’t shake off.

Once inside, I immediately locked the door and started cleaning.

For some reason, cleaning had always been my way to relax. It helped me stay busy and keep my mind off things that bothered me.

I'd let Sarah go once I felt like I ...