After We Got Married, I Moved Into My Husband’s House — Then Our Neighbor’s Dog Exposed What He Was Hiding Behind the Locked Basement Door

My brother had his garage. This wasn’t strange.

Was it?

I let it go.

Or I tried to, but over the next few days, I found myself walking past that door more often than necessary, wondering what was behind it.

Why lock a basement if there’s nothing important down there?

A few weeks later, our neighbor knocked on the door with his German shepherd, Rex, and an apologetic smile.

“Any chance you could take him for a bit?” he asked, shifting his weight.

“I’ve got a work trip overseas. Two weeks.”

Michael crouched down immediately, scratching the dog behind the ears.

“Of course. Right, buddy?”

Ethan lit up beside me.

“Rex! You’re staying with us?”

“Looks like it,” our neighbor said, handing over the leash. “He’s good.

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