Prologue

My name is Taylor Swenson. About seventeen years ago my parents, Julie and Mark, and I moved out of the small apartment we'd been living in since I was born and moved into a nice, little house. I was eighteen months old.

Since then we've had three different neighbors.

There were the Miguel and Chantico Lozano. They were a very nice, elderly couple whose children had moved out years ago. It was sad when Chantico passed away, peacefully in her sleep. Well she was ninety-two. Miguel decided to sell the house and live in a nursing home closer to his oldest son and his wife.

Then there was the Mr. and Mrs. Riley and their little boy, Charlie. They had been moved in for about a year when, terribly, little two year old Charlie was playing in the yard and went out to the street to retrieve a ball at the exact moment a Ford Ranger was going for a drive. It was a horrible experience for the whole neighborhood. I was three so I don't remember.

Our current neighbors are the Thomas's, Joel and Sara and their son Jason. Jason was about my age. We became the best of friends, walkie talkies, tricycle rides, and running away to the tree house in the middle of the night, scaring our parents half to death.

We grew farther apart as the years went by. Of Corse we were still friends, just not as we were before. In blunt, when we entered high school he became very popular, as I was….not.