Chapter 4The Midnight Knock

Rick’s dad didn't pass away.

Remembering my past life, a terrifying theory formed in my mind.

I told David. He agreed.

A few days later, the dad was discharged.

Karen called me immediately. Her voice was syrupy sweet, the aggression gone.

"Hey Sarah! What are you up to? Got a minute?"

I stayed silent. She giggled nervously.

"So, Dad’s getting out of the hospital. Could you swing by and pick us up?"

"You know we don't have a car, and he can't walk that far."

"Neighbors help neighbors, right? I’ll bake you guys some cookies."

I laughed softly into the receiver.

"I don't think I dare eat your cookies, Karen. Weren't you going to 'ruin me' a few days ago?"

"I’m busy. No."

I hung up before she could respond.

I smiled, imagining her stomping her feet.

Moments later, a notification popped up in the Community HOA Group Chat.

[Karen]: Is anyone free to help bring my sick father home? Sarah won't help us. It’s so hard being a woman taking care of an elderly parent alone...

I laughed out loud.

She has time to text the group, but refuses to call an Uber.

She just wants to save the fifty bucks.

A neighbor replied quickly.

[Brenda - Apt 302]: Oh my god, that’s terrible, Karen.

[Brenda - Apt 302]: Taking care of the elderly is so hard. I thought Sarah and David were nice? I can't believe she won't help.

Brenda. The neighborhood gossip.

She always disliked me for some reason.

She tagged me in the chat.

[Brenda - Apt 302]: @Sarah Be a decent human being. Karen always gives you veggies from her garden.

[Brenda - Apt 302]: Why are you so selfish?

[Brenda - Apt 302]: Everyone knows you guys have money. You have a nice car. Why not just pick them up?

Other neighbors started chiming in.

[Neighbor A]: To be fair, maybe Sarah is busy?

[Neighbor B]: Yeah, just grab a cab. It’s easier.

But Brenda rallied her troops.

[Brenda - Apt 302]: A cab? For a man in a wheelchair? A private car is much more comfortable.

[Brenda - Apt 302]: Where is the compassion in this building?

The chat turned into a war zone.

People forgot that Karen asked for help and started arguing about morals.

Karen panicked.

[Karen]: Please stop fighting! It’s my fault for asking.

[Karen]: Is there anyone who can help?

The chat went silent.