When my husband’s best friend, Kya, moved in after a devastating gas explosion, our neighbor Annie’s curiosity spiraled into suspicion. Little did Annie know, her snooping and hasty conclusions about Jacob and Kya’s interactions would lead to an explosive confrontation of its own.
My name is Luna. I live a simple life with my husband, Jacob. We’re happy, and everything seems perfect. Jacob’s best friend, Kya, is like family to us. Then, there’s our neighbor, Annie. She’s always watching, always curious.
One afternoon, I was baking cookies when the phone rang. It was Kya, her voice shaking. “Luna, my house… There was a gas explosion. I don’t know what to do.”
My heart raced. “Oh, Kya, that’s terrible! Are you okay?”
“Annie, I won’t need to, because you’re wrong. And if you can’t respect our privacy, we’ll have a serious problem,” I replied, not looking back as I walked out of her house.
Back home, I felt a mix of relief and anger. I told Jacob and Kya everything.
“She did what?!” Jacob exclaimed, his face turning red.
“That’s insane! She was spying on us?” Kya said, her eyes wide with disbelief.
“Yes, and taking pictures. But I put her in her place. She won’t be bothering us again,” I reassured them.
“Good. We don’t need that kind of negativity in our lives,” Jacob said, pulling me into a hug.
“Thank you for standing up for us, Luna,” Kya said, her voice soft.
“Of course. We’re a team, and no one is going to come between us,” I replied, feeling a sense of unity.
The next few days were tense. Every time I saw Annie, she avoided my gaze. I couldn’t help but feel a mix of anger and pity for her.
One evening, as we sat in the living room, Jacob broke the silence.
“How are you feeling, Luna?” he asked, concern in his eyes.
“I’m okay. Just… still shocked by everything,” I admitted.
“We’ll move past this,” Jacob said, squeezing my hand. “We just need to be more cautious.”
“Yeah, maybe keep the curtains closed,” Kya suggested, half-joking.
“I’ve already started doing that,” I said with a small smile.
“Thank you for being so understanding,” Jacob said. “It means a lot.”
“Of course. We’re in this together,” I replied.
A week later, Kya’s apartment was ready. She packed her things and moved out, but our bond remained strong.
“We’ll miss you around here,” I said as we hugged goodbye.
“I’ll miss you too. Thank you for everything,” Kya replied.
As Kya left, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of relief. Our home was back to normal, but the incident left a mark. I found myself closing the curtains more often, a small but significant change in our routine.
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