Three days after moving into our dream home, our neighbors called the authorities over our kids playing—six months later, my son was afraid to laugh in his own backyard

I watched our dog pace by the back door, waiting for permission that came less and less often.

One afternoon, I caught myself pulling the curtains closed at three in the afternoon so my kids could play without her seeing.

I froze, my hand still on the fabric, and something inside me cracked.

“What am I doing?” I whispered to the empty room.

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