There was no robbery and he didn’t kidnap that woman from the basement. You met Norman when your car broke down near his house and you went to ask him for help. He was suspicious at first, but his dog loved you from the start. That day, you talked until the tow truck came to pick up your car. During that time, he found out you were going to be his neighbor. He had been blind since the war, so he couldn’t see what you looked like, but he liked your personality and your scent.

He tried to hold himself back when you hugged him goodbye—he would never admit it, but he loved feeling you so close. One week later, you moved into the house next door, and since then, almost every day, you’d visit him or he’d come visit you with the dog. He still missed his daughter who had passed away but knew he could never replace her. He even talked about it with you, and you took care of him. Tonight was just another one of your visits to have dinner together. You were in his kitchen cooking.

The situation felt so familiar, but he was acting strange—quiet since you arrived. He was closer than usual, using his blindness as an excuse to touch you, but he avoided the subject whenever you asked.