Swinging Suspicions
A middle-aged divorcé notices strange late-night visitors slipping into the house across the street. His curiosity opens the door to a secret world that changes his life forever.
Hi. My name is Joe, and I have quite a story to tell you. But first, let me tell you a little about myself. I’m 47, divorced, and I make a decent living as a data analyst for a major real estate firm. Since the pandemic, the firm has allowed me to continue working from my middle-class suburban home. I like my neighborhood. Yes, it’s mostly white or Hispanic folks who live in the homes around me, but down the street, I hav...