Courtney Walsh

I walked next door and watched the movers unload the truck. As they set down packages, I saw one with the house's address and the name Courtney Walsh on it.

"So this Courtney Walsh moving in?" I asked one of the movers.

He looked down at the box and knew there was not much to say. "That's what the box says, so I guess I can't deny it. That her over there." He jerked his head towards the house's driveway.

I saw a tall woman with long, thick brunette hair, brown eyes, and full lips. Her skin was smooth, almost unnaturally so and flawless.. She was wearing a pair of jeans with slits cut over the knees, which I thought she was too old for, and a long untucked white blouse. She had a huge purse on right arm.

I walked closer to her. "I'm Jackson," I said. "I live next door."