As Robert stepped out to leave for work, his neighbor, Mrs. Henderson, called out from her garden. “Robert, can I have a word?” she asked, her voice laced with concern. He walked over, forcing a smile. “Good morning, Mrs. Henderson. What’s on your mind?”
“I heard some odd noises coming from your garage last night,” she said, peering at him. Robert hesitated before replying, “I’ve let a homeless family stay there for a couple of days. They needed shelter.” Mrs. Henderson frowned, her lips pursing tightly. “Be careful, Robert,” she warned.