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When packages started vanishing from my porch, I thought it was random\u2014until it kept happening. At first, it was small: cat food, shampoo, a book. But when my brand-new Kindle disappeared, I knew something was wrong.<\/p>\n
I lived quietly at the end of a cul-de-sac with my cat, Molly. My small joys came in cardboard boxes\u2014comforts in a life of solitude. But those joys were now stolen, piece by piece. I combed through Ring footage, desperate for answers. Nothing. Just shadows and silence.<\/p>\n
Then I noticed her\u2014Tessa, the stylish new neighbor across the street. She had moved in right around the time the thefts began. Young, confident, always in sleek braids and joggers. We\u2019d never spoken. I once left cookies at her door, still warm. She never answered.<\/p>\n
Suspicion turned to resolve. One day, I caught her on the porch, not stealing\u2014but placing a package. Confused, I opened it to find everything<\/em> I\u2019d lost\u2014carefully returned, with a note:<\/p>\n \u201cI wasn\u2019t stealing. The delivery man was leaving them at my door by mistake. Sorry it took me a while to figure it out.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n What\u2019s lost isn\u2019t always taken\u2014sometimes, it\u2019s just misplaced.<\/p>\n\n