Knock after knock landed on the door, fast and urgent.I was sitting on the couch in my living room as I sorted through some work files. At the sound, my hands went still, and I slowly looked up. Then, I set the files aside, got to my feet, and opened the door. More than a dozen people were crowded outside, including almost every neighbor who always came to me for help. Carmen stood at the front. The arrogant, disdainful look she had once worn was gone, replaced by unmistakable exhaustion and embarrassment. When I opened the door, she forced herself to step forward and spoke first. "Hilary, we're not here to cause any trouble. We just want to talk."I calmly looked at everyone before me. Mrs. Thompson from the fourth floor stood with her arms crossed, looking visibly uncomfortable.Beside her, Douglas scratched his head. His lips parted more than once, but he couldn't seem to form a complete sentence.Several mothers who regularly left their children with me were there as wel
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