The farmhouse was not what the real estate agent had described. It was even better.Emma stood in the overgrown front yard, staring up at the two-story structure with its weathered brick facade and its dark, empty windows. The agent, a nervous woman named Layla, was talking about the history of the property, something about a family that had lived there for generations, but Emma was not listening. She was looking at the house across the street.The Smith family home sat directly opposite, separated only by a narrow strip of road and a line of dying elm trees. From the upstairs window of the farmhouse, she would have a perfect view of their front door, their living room window, their driveway. She would be able to watch everything.It was not a coincidence. Emma had spent three days searching for properties, and when she found this one, she knew it was fate. The house had been on the market for months, overlooked by buyers because of its age and its remote location, but Emma saw only p
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