Up By My My Neighbor Hana - -jbd-202- I Was Tied

You never really notice the little things about a person until you’re tied to a chair in their basement.

Hana lived two doors down. Quiet. Kept her lawn neat. Waved sometimes when I took out the trash. We exchanged polite nods at the mailbox. I thought I knew her — the way you think you know a neighbor. Harmless. Maybe a little lonely. -JBD-202- I Was Tied Up By My My Neighbor Hana

It started with a knock. Tuesday evening, just after 8 p.m. Rain was coming down hard. Hana stood at my door, soaked through, asking to borrow a phone charger. Her voice shook — said her power had gone out, and she needed to call her mom. I didn’t think twice. I let her in. You never really notice the little things about

If you live next to a quiet woman named Hana, and she smiles a little too long when she sees you… Kept her lawn neat

So here it is.