My Neighbors Had a House Fire, So We Took Them in — What They Discovered in Our Home Shocked Me
Jim reached out and took my hand. “I’m sorry, Violet. I really am. I promise I’ll do better.” That afternoon, Jules and Ethan returned with a large pet carrier. They gently gathered the rabbits, speaking softly to calm them down. I watched from a distance, my anxiety easing as the rabbits were carefully placed in the carrier. “We’ll take good care of them,” Jules assured me with a smile. “And Jim, you’re welcome anytime.” “Thanks again, Jules,” Jim said, giving them a grateful nod. With the rabbits gone, the house felt lighter. That evening, as we settled on the couch, I looked at Jim and felt a surge of relief and lingering hurt. “Jim, this can’t happen again. We have to be honest with each other.” He squeezed my hand. “I know. And I’m sorry, Violet. I never wanted to upset you.” “I know,” I replied. “Let’s just make sure we talk about things from now on.” A week later, Eloise and James received good news. Their insurance company had expedited their claim, and the reconstruction of their house was set to begin soon. They were relieved, and so were we. “You guys have been incredible,” James said one morning as he and Eloise were packing up their things in the basement. “We can’t thank you enough for everything.” Eloise nodded, her eyes misty. “We’ll never forget your kindness. And we’re just down the street if you ever need anything.” “You’ve been great guests,” I said, hugging her. “We’re glad we could help. And please, stay in touch.” Once Eloise and James moved out, the house felt a bit emptier but also calmer.
