My Neighbor Charged Her EV at My House soulayy Every Night—She Never Expected What I Did Next.

“I found him near the side yard. I thought someone had thrown him out.”

“He was beside my hydrangeas.”

“Really?”

“Yes.”

She looked at the fox.

“Well, the kids love him.”

I waited.

Vanessa did not offer to return him.

I should have walked over and picked him up.

Instead, I heard my husband’s old voice inside my head telling me not to waste energy on foolishness.

So I said:

“Just bring him back when they get tired of him.”

“Absolutely.”

They apparently remained fascinated for nine months.

I told myself

it did not matter.

That became my specialty.

It does not matter.

The ladder came back.