15. Devon

Jessica Franklin is a woman shrouded in mystery. That's the thought that has been running in my head ever since she moved in. Not like I'm planning on figuring her out although I admit, I have been curious about her. First, she gets all defensive, then aggressive, and the most surprising would be the apologizing part. And she's always on her guard, keeping her distance, the way it should be.

Other than the time that I caught her unguarded at the back of the house, staring at the fish pond with a dazed look on her face when she lashed out at me, I've never seen her show any emotions. If I didn't know any better, I'd say she was keeping her part of the deal by not interfering in my business. Except it wasn't... At least, that's what my mind told me. It was something much deeper but I refuse to delve into it.

The last time we'd spoken, was on Wednesday when I'd given her additional information and afterward, our conversation had drizzled to greetings only. The only person who interacted