My Neighbor Didn’t Show Her Child to Anyone for Three Years
My neighbor lived behind closed doors for three years with a child no one had ever seen, and they hardly ever left her home. My heart went cold the instant I glimpsed through the window and understood why.

Nelly, my neighbor, always seemed a bit strange to me. I had hardly seen her outside in the previous three years, unless it was to go to the grocery or check the mail. The fact that she was heavily pregnant when she moved in made it feel much stranger. But in these three years, not a single person had seen her baby.
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<p>I tried to shake off the bad feeling by shaking my head. I gripped the edge of the basin and whispered to myself, “Get it together, Martha.”</p>
<p>Later that night, my husband Evan and I watched our boys kick a soccer ball around the yard while we sat on the porch. I couldn’t get rid of the uneasy feeling, even though the setting light was painting the sky in shades of orange and pink.</p>
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<p>“Evan,” I hesitantly said. “Have you noticed anything odd about our neighbor?”</p>
<p>With an eyebrow lift, he swigged from his beer. “Nelly? How is she doing?”</p>
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<p>She’s simply quite alone. The other day, I went to chat to her at the grocery store, and she virtually bolted.”</p>
<p>With a laugh, Evan leaned his arm over the back of the porch swing. “Martha, some folks are just not social butterflies. Block parties and neighborhood cookouts aren’t for everyone.”</p>
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<p>“I guess. However, what about her child? The child has been missing for three years. Isn’t that peculiar?</p>
<p>With a shrug, he watched the boys’ game. “Perhaps she’s just being defensive. Please, don’t worry so much. Pay attention to our family.”</p>
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<p>I faked a smile, but the unsettling sensation didn’t go away. “You’re accurate. I guess I’m overanalyzing this.”</p>
<p>Evan bent down and gave my cheek a kiss. “That’s my girl.” How about we play a game with the lads now?”</p>
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<p>I took one last look at Nelly’s house as we left the porch. The curtains fluttered, and for an instant I thought I saw a tiny face looking out. However, it vanished when I blinked.</p>
<p>I saw Nelly harvesting herbs in her garden a week later. I went up to the fence, taking advantage of the moment. “Beautiful day, isn’t it?” I enthusiastically yelled out.</p>
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<p>Nelly suddenly raised her head, her terrified eyes wide. She shot inside and shut the door behind her before I could say anything more.</p>
<p>“Well, that was rude.”</p>
<p>“Talking to yourself, Martha?” Someone else spoke up. I looked over and saw Mrs. Freddie, my neighbor, looking over her fence. “What in the world was that about?”</p>
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<p>“I’m not sure. But Mrs. Freddie, something’s not quite right. I’m aware of that.”</p>
<p>“Dear, leave it to me. I’ll investigate this thoroughly.”</p>
<p>“What are you planning?”</p>
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<p>She gave a wink. “You’ll discover. A little Southern hospitality can often be the key to unlocking a difficult situation.”</p>
<p>Upon Mrs. Freddie’s disappearance into her home, I couldn’t help but question whether we were exaggerating the situation.</p>
<p>But then again, Nelly’s behavior was a dead giveaway in our charming neighborhood where get-togethers with friends were the norm.</p>
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<p>I was standing at the kitchen window again the following day, watching Mrs. Freddie come to Nelly’s door. She held a freshly cooked apple pie in her hands.</p>
<p>Leaning closer to the glass, I muttered, “This should be interesting.”</p>
<p>Mrs. Freddie knocked and stood waiting, her face a brilliant smile. As the minutes passed, I held my breath.</p>
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<p>At last, the door barely cracked open. With my ears straining to listen, all I could hear was Nelly’s piercing “Go away!” followed by another loud smash.</p>
<p>Anger flushing her face, Mrs. Freddie raced back. Halfway across my lawn, I met her.</p>
<p>She handed over the rejected pie and said, “Did you see that?” “The nerve of that woman!”</p>
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<p>Dear Mrs. Freddie, what is she concealing? This conduct isn’t typical.”</p>
<p>“I don’t know, dear, but mark my words… there’s something fishy going on in that house.”</p>
<p>We stood there speculating, and I couldn’t get rid of the idea that something significant was about to be discovered. Something that would permanently alter our peaceful suburban life.</p>
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<p>A few days later, I found a letter addressed to Nelly while going through the mail. Our boxes must have been jumbled up by the mailman. As I gazed at the envelope, a thought began to shape.</p>
<p>Whispering, “This is my chance,” I cast a quick glance around as though Nelly may pop out at any moment.</p>
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<p>I headed over to her residence. My attention was drawn to a movement as I got closer to the front entrance. Overwhelmed by curiosity, I glanced through the glass.</p>
<p>My heart gave out.</p>
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<p>A young youngster, no more than three years old, gazed back at me. His eyes held such familiarity. And a birthmark I was all too familiar with was on his cheek.</p>
<p>With a spine-tingling scream, my legs buckled and I fell to the steps.</p>
<p>The small boy’s face was the last thing I saw before darkness took me.</p>
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<p>“Martha! Can you hear me, Martha?”</p>
<p>I blinked as the people above me came into focus. My neighbors gathered over, their faces showing worry. Mrs. Freddie was worryingly wiping at my forehead with a moist cloth.</p>
<p>She inquired as she helped me sit up, “What happened?”</p>
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<p>It struck me like a freight train, the memories. I jumped to my feet and knocked on Nelly’s door despite their objections.</p>
<p>“Nelly! It’s Martha. I am aware of who your child’s father is! Let yourself in!”</p>
<p>The door creaked slowly open, and everyone in the neighborhood held their breath. With the small boy peeking out from under her legs, Nelly stood pale and shaky.</p>
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<p>Everyone around me gasped when they noticed the same birthmark on the child’s cheek as my spouse.</p>
<p>“How could you?” Tears were flowing down my face as I gasped out.</p>
<p>Nelly’s physique was a picture of defeat, with her shoulders drooping. My apologies, Martha. I never intended for this to occur.”</p>
<p>The young child pulled at Nelly’s skirt. “Mommy, who’s that lady?”</p>
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<p>That simple question broke my heart. “I’m your father’s wife,” I said to myself.</p>
<p>Nelly’s living room was where we sat. Nelly sat across from me as the small kid, Tommy, played quietly in the corner.</p>
<p>I said, “Start at the beginning.”</p>
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<p>Nelly twisted her hands in her lap and took a nervous breath. “I got to know Evan at a bar four years ago. We clicked right away. I was informed that I was pregnant, even though it was just meant to be a one-time event.”</p>
<p>“I informed Evan. He became frightened. claimed he was unable to lose his family. He volunteered to look after the infant and me, but only if I would promise to keep it a secret.”</p>
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<p>“By hiding away for three years?”</p>
<p>With a blush of guilt on her face, Nelly nodded. “Moving me next door was his idea. Keeping an eye on things would be easy, he reasoned. But I had to swear that I would never talk to anyone, you in particular, and that I would never take Tommy outside.”</p>
<p>I turned to face Tommy, his naive expression a sharp reminder of Evan’s treachery. Is he aware? concerning Evan being his father?”</p>
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<p>Nelly gave a headshake. “Not at all. Tommy believes Evan is merely a buddy, despite Evan’s occasional visits.”</p>
<p>It was a discovery that struck me like a brick. All those late evenings at the workplace and business travels. How long had this been happening in my face?</p>
<p>“What happens now?” More for myself than for Nelly, I asked.</p>
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<p>She hesitated before reaching out and putting her hand on my arm. “Martha, whatever you decide. If you would like us to go, I will understand.”</p>
<p>I jerked to my feet, desperate to get away. “I need time to think.”</p>
<p>Through a fog of tears and restless nights, the week passed slowly.</p>
<p> </p>
<p>I took care of my boys as I went through the motions, but my heart was breaking into a million pieces. My sons Jake and Ethan had a brother they were unaware they had, and I could see him every time I looked at them.</p>
<p>I was waiting for Evan to return from his week-long business trip. I had prepared myself for this encounter for days by practicing.</p>
<p> </p>
<p>I said, “Welcome home, honey.”</p>
<p>Evan let go of his briefcase bag and his face brightened up. “Hey, lovely. Miss me?</p>
<p>“Obviously. I’m going to surprise you.</p>
<p> </p>
<p>“Oh, I see. What’s that?”</p>
<p>I indicated a table-top envelope. “Open it.”</p>
<p>When Evan realized what he was holding, his smile vanished as he tore into the package. paperwork for a divorce.</p>
<p>“Martha, what—”</p>
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<p>I interrupted him with a clap of my palms. Nelly came out of the kitchen right on time, holding Tommy in her arms.</p>
<p>Evan’s expression became colorless. “Oh my God! Martha, allow me to clarify.</p>
<p>“Preserve it. I am fully informed. Evan, we’re done.</p>
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<p>He staggered back, glancing wildly between Tommy, Nelly, and myself. “Please allow me to clarify. It was an error.”</p>
<p>“Error? Forgetting to obtain milk is a mistake. This? This is a betrayal. Evan, you lied to me for years. You’re a parent to another child.”</p>
<p>Tommy started crying, confused by all the increased sounds. Nelly looked at Evan with distaste and hushed him.</p>
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<p>There was a frenzied aftermath. After the divorce, Evan’s parents, horrified by what their son had done, offered me half of their business as payment.</p>
<p>Knowing that it would ensure my boys’ future, I agreed to it.</p>
<p>Nelly and Tommy, on the other hand, soon moved out. I felt terrible for them in part. However, a greater portion was preoccupied with healing.</p>
<p> </p>
<p>I came to an epiphany one afternoon when I was watching my sons play in the backyard. Though I might not be able to alter the past, I can still influence the future.</p>
<p>I beckoned the boys closer and gave them a firm embrace.</p>
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<p>I continued, staring into their naive faces, “Listen to me.” “I need you to make a pledge to me. Be sincere, kind, and courteous at all times. Consider others as you would like to be treated. Could you please complete the task for me?”</p>
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<p>With a sad nod, I sensed a ray of optimism. I was resolved to raise my boys to be better men than their father, even if the road ahead would not be easy.</p>
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