I should have climbed back inside. I should have pulled the window shut and locked it and forgotten this ever happened. But something about the way he said my name—like it was a secret we now shared—kept me there.
Heat flooded my cheeks. “I don’t stare.” My Neighbor-s Son PART 1 - Jack Radley Rafael...
My name is Lena, and I had just turned seventeen. I lived at 42 Maple Street, in the kind of quiet suburban neighborhood where the biggest crime was Mrs. Gable letting her roses choke the sidewalk. The house next door, number 44, had been empty for three years—ever since the old Rafferty woman went to a nursing home. Weeds took over the lawn. The porch swing rusted. I’d grown used to the silence. I should have climbed back inside