"You must be our new neighbors!" Mrs. Lowell gushes and waves across the picket fence. I clutch my daughter's hand and smile back: but the second Mrs. Lowell sees my husband a strange expression crosses her face. In that moment I make a promise. We finally have a family home. My past is far, far behind us. And I'll do anything to keep it that way… / « Vous devez être nos nouveaux voisins ! » s'exclame Mme Lowell en nous faisant signe par-dessus la clôture.