If my memory serves me right, my neighbors moved abroad ages ago and only popped back in for a flying visit every once in a blue moon. I had been living here for donkey years and I had only bumped into them once or twice.
Now, has this mansion been sold to Damon?
I couldn't stop Damon from buying the house, but the thought of us being neighbors again gave me the creeps.
He used to be my neighbor across the way in another country, and now he is my neighbor again.
The idea of him being my neighbor again didn't exactly have me jumping for joy, but there was something else that piqued my interest.
"Jones put Lewis behind bars, but someone's got Ariel's back. I don't buy that her stepparents did it. Was it you?" I asked.
Besides Damon, I couldn't think of anyone else who could keep Jones in check.
I knew Jones must have pulled the family strings, but I didn't get why his parents would let him.
