The late summer sun dipped low on the horizon, casting long shadows across the suburban cul-de-sac where Richie and Sarah had built their home. The air was thick with the scent of freshly mowed lawns and the distant, cheerful chatter of children playing. The leaves rustled gently in the breeze, adding a soft, rhythmic soundtrack to the evening. Richie and Sarah stood on their front porch, sharing a quiet moment together, when they first saw him.
"Looks like we have a new neighbor," Richie remarked, nodding towards the moving truck parked across the street. A tall, broad-shouldered man was directing the movers, his easy smile flashing in the evening light. He wore a casual, yet stylish outfit, giving off an air of effortless confidence.
