the boy next door ,
8 Wisteria Lane, that was his new house, which now seemed the right to get. At first, when he had arrived in Chatswin, his plans were clear and straight: finish what they had started in the past (in other words, get separated for reals with the divorce), even being against it, and go away from her life forever. Things had obviously changed after a few factors, which could be easily described in “he still had strong feelings for his wife and seeing her had made them come up to the surface”. Especially when he had seen her around that same neighborhood with the daughter and the other man.
Now moving a few more boxes on the house’s porch—he had brought pretty much everything he had at that point, decorating the house exactly as it was the one he got himself in New Jersey during the last two years—Patrick hears the other house’s door opening. Quickly as ever, with a smirk showing on his face as it would always do when seeing her, his eyes meet hers—his hand then going up in a greeting. “Hello neighbor!” Had he just moved into the next door of his soon to be ex-wife? Obviously.
