A Messy Welcome Mat
The bizarre events took a new turn. Trash—bags of it—started appearing on my doorstep nightly. Banana peels, rotten meat, all dumped right across my welcome mat in a messy heap.
The smell was unbearable and the sight, revolting. Isabella and I exchanged worried glances across our fences, both of us feeling the escalation of Leo’s antics.
I felt anger bubbling under my skin, determined not to let him shake my resolve.