When our new neighbors, Maria and Luis, moved in, we hit it off instantly. They transformed their rundown garden into a stunning oasis, and Maria quickly became best friends with my wife, Teresa. Their bond was beautiful—until things took a strange turn.
One night over dinner, Luis revealed their garden was being sabotaged. Plants uprooted, soil ruined. As he spoke, I noticed Teresa tense up. Lately, she’d started going out at midnight to “water under the moonlight.” I brushed it off—until I caught her in their yard one night, not destroying, but gently tending to their plants.
When I asked her why, she confessed: she couldn’t bear to lose her new friend. She’d been secretly trying to undo the damage, not cause it.
To find the real culprit, we installed cameras. Days later, footage showed Todd and Claire—neighbors down the street—vandalizing the garden. Turned out Todd’s sister wanted to buy the house cheap.
They were caught, fined, and Maria and Luis stayed.
Teresa never told Maria about her midnight missions. But now, the two spend sunny days gardening together, side by side. And every time I see them laughing in the sun, I’m reminded—my wife has the gentlest heart I’ve ever known.