Our Meddling Neighbor Got Our Cars Towed from Our Own Driveway—She Paid a Great Price in Return

I didn’t answer her either. I simply looked her in the eye, gave the faintest of smiles, and then turned to head back toward the house. Jack followed me without a word.

Behind us, Lindsey called out again, louder this time. “Wait—hey! I asked you a question!”

We didn’t bother looking back. We didn’t slam the door either. Just closed it. Soft and final.

Jack threw himself onto the couch and rubbed the back of his neck. “She’s gonna lose it thinking about that sticker.”

I smiled. “She should.”

We didn’t even touch the cookies she gave us. They sat there untouched on the counter like a forgotten peace offering that had gone stale.

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