For Years My Neighbor Comes Home for 15 Minutes in the Middle of the Day — I Finally Dared to Take a Peek
As I rushed to my front door, I realized I had only fifteen minutes left. I quickly moved toward the open window, ensuring no one was watching. Peering over the windowsill, I was relieved to see no neighbors around. Inside, Mike stood with his back to me, holding a high-end camera. Jill faced him with a subtle smile.
My attention was drawn to a brief movement near the edge of the room. Mike’s gaze locked with mine, and his wife suddenly yelled, “Someone’s there! Someone’s looking inside!” Panic set in. What was I thinking? Why did I peek inside their house? I quickly retreated, heart racing, and locked my door. Would they call the cops?
The next day, a knock on my door broke the silence. Glancing through the peephole, my stomach churned. It was Mike. He held an envelope and pulled out a photo—my photo. “Care to explain?” he asked, amused. Embarrassed, I admitted my curiosity. To my surprise, Mike smiled and invited me over, explaining that he photographs Jill every day because he loves her. I appreciated their sweet tradition and never peeked through their window again.
