If I had to leave all my belongings behind, I was going to at least keep the secrets I had uncovered with me, not only in my mind, but on paper. I felt a sense of satisfaction in writing down all the fucked up behaviors and parts of my neighbors lives which they kept covert. They felt their money, careers and families made them superior, but what they didn't realize was I saw right through all of it. I had honed deception down to a science; I had to, considering everything I had gone through in my past. By the time I moved into the subdivision, I had lived through a lifetime of lies, and because of that, I had a developed a keen eye for others who had done the same. What started off as a little snooping around Alice's past, turned into a something much more entangled. I pulled at the small string of intuition and unraveled an entire web of illusions.