I’m 62, I live alone, and I used to think my street was the kind of place where nothing could truly go wrong. Then a strip of gray tape started appearing on doors, my neighbor fled without really explaining why, and I realized too late that the silence on our block had never meant safety.
I Noticed a Piece of Tape on My Front Door and Thought It Was Nothing – A Week Later, My Neighbor Moved Out and Said, ‘You’re Next’
