My life has always been a series of fresh starts.

As a corporate troubleshooter, I'm sent wherever the company needs me, which means I rarely stay in one place longer than a year or two.

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Constantly packing up and moving can get lonely, so I've developed a routine to introduce myself to the neighbors. I bake some cookies and find small ways to be helpful. These little gestures have led to some wonderful friendships over the years, even if they were temporary.

When I moved into my latest rental home, a modest two-bedroom with a tiny yard, I was determined to keep up this tradition. The neighborhood was quiet, with mostly older couples whose children had long since moved away.

The house next door looked a bit neglected. The paint was peeling, the shrubs were overgrown, and the porch looked like it was slightly sagging on one side.

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On my first day there, while I was unloading boxes from the moving truck, a woman approached me from that house. She looked to be in her late fifties, and she was wearing a headwrap.

"Hello there," she called out, one hand raised in greeting. "I'm Melissa. My husband and I live next door."

I set down the box I was carrying and wiped my sweaty palm on my jeans before extending my hand. "Nice to meet you, Melissa. I'm Bethany."

She shook my hand briefly. "Where are you moving from?"

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"Oh, about three hours north," I answered, deliberately vague. I've learned that being too specific about my past sometimes leads to uncomfortable questions.

"Big place for one person," she observed, glancing at my modest pile of boxes.

"I travel light," I said with a smile. "Company moves me around a lot, so I've learned not to accumulate too much stuff."

"Hmm," she hummed, giving me a once-over. "Well, if you need anything, we're right there. Though my husband works odd hours, so try not to make too much noise at night."

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Not the warmest welcome I'd ever received, but I'd had worse.

"I'll keep it down," I promised. "And please let me know if there's anything I can do to be a good neighbor."

She nodded and walked away without another word. Not exactly the friendly beginning I'd hoped for, but that just made me more determined to win her over.

Two days later, on Saturday (my first day off since moving in), I noticed Melissa's trash bins at the curb.

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They looked stuffed to the brim, and I remembered seeing her struggling to roll them out earlier that morning. Her husband was nowhere in sight.

Perfect opportunity, I thought.

I was planning to take my own garbage to the local landfill anyway since I had some bulky packing materials that wouldn't fit in my bins. Why not help her out?

Without overthinking it, I pulled the garbage bags from her cans and loaded them into my trunk along with my own.

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I figured she'd appreciate coming home to empty bins that she wouldn't have to drag back to the house.

Little did I know that my simple act of kindness was about to explode in my face.

I was vacuuming my living room that evening when the doorbell rang. The harsh, repeated buzzing suggested that whoever was outside was leaning on the button.

Annoyed, I switched off the vacuum and headed to the door.

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Through the peephole, I could see Melissa standing on my porch, and she looked absolutely livid.

I opened the door with an apologetic smile already in place. "Hi, Melissa—"

"HOW DARE YOU DO THAT?!" she screamed at me, eyes wild with a fury that seemed wildly disproportionate to any neighborly faux pas. "How dare you take out my trash without my permission? Who asked you to do it?"

I took a step back.

"I'm so sorry," I stammered. "I just moved in and wanted to do something nice, so I took out your trash with mine."

"YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT YOU'VE DONE!" she shrieked.

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Before I could respond, she ran to her car and sped off towards the local dump.

I just stood there, stunned. Like, seriously, what could've been that important in those trash bags? Had I accidentally thrown away family heirlooms? Important documents?

It made no sense.

Curiosity got the best of me, so I hopped into my car and followed her to the dump.

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I kept a distance, trying to piece together what the hell was going on, until I finally spotted those dark green garbage bags she'd been so hysterical about.

"There they are!" I called out, making my way over.

"DON'T YOU DARE OPEN THEM!" she screamed, sprinting in my direction.

But of course, my curiosity won. Before she could reach me, I carefully pulled open one of the bags—

And my eyes went wide.

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There was a lot of money in that bag. Not just a few bills, but stacks and stacks of cash. Some were bound with rubber bands, while others were loose and jumbled together. Hundreds, fifties, twenties… there was enough to make anyone's heart race.

Melissa ran up to me, snatching the bag from my hands with surprising strength for a woman her age.

"What the heck?" I whispered. "Melissa, where did you get all this money?"

She ignored me, frantically checking the contents of the bag as if counting to make sure it was all still there.

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"Melissa," I repeated, my voice firmer. "Where did you get the money? If you have so much cash, why are you living in a house that's practically falling apart?"

She shot me a venomous look. "It's none of your business."

"It became my business when you screamed at me, and I followed you to a dump to find garbage bags full of cash," I countered. "Look, if you're involved in something illegal—"

"It's my inheritance, okay?" she snapped, finally meeting my eyes. "My mother died three months ago and left me this money. And I don't want my husband to know about it."

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I stared at her, trying to process what she'd just said. "You're hiding money from your husband? That's... that's not right, Melissa. If you love him—"

"Don't you dare lecture me about my marriage," she hissed. "You have no idea what my life is like. Besides, what would you know? You're what, thirty-five and alone? Moving from place to place like some kind of nomad?"

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"This isn't about me," I said. "This is about you hiding what looks like thousands of dollars in garbage bags. You know what they say about karma, right? What goes around comes around. Secrets have a way of coming to light, especially when you're literally throwing them in the trash."

She scoffed. "Save your fortune cookie wisdom for someone who cares."

Then, she gathered the bags and clutched them to her chest. "Stay out of my business and stay away from my property. Got it?"

Without waiting for an answer, she stormed off to her car, the bags of money clutched tightly to her chest.

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When I got home, I tried my best to put the bizarre incident out of my mind. I had a night shift to get to, so I started preparing for that.

I worked through the night, filing reports and troubleshooting issues for the company. I kept pushing thoughts of Melissa and her trash bag fortune to the back of my mind.

When I pulled into my driveway the next morning, exhausted and ready for sleep, the last thing I expected was to find Melissa standing on my porch again, looking even more furious than the day before.

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"HOW COULD YOU TELL MY HUSBAND ABOUT EVERYTHING!?" she screamed as I stepped out of my car.

I froze. "What? I didn't tell your husband anything."

"LIAR!" she spat. "He found the money last night! He took half of it and left me a note saying he was going to his brother's place! He knows everything!"

I shook my head, bewildered. "Melissa, I went straight to work after the dum. I was on a night shift. I haven't spoken to your husband at all. Not once."

She stared at me and eventually realized I was telling the truth.

"Then how...?" she began.

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"Maybe he saw you hiding it when you got home," I suggested. "Or maybe this is exactly what I was talking about. Karma. The universe has a way of balancing things out." I couldn't help but add, "I told you that karma would punish you. BUT he is a good man for leaving you half!"

She didn't respond to that. She just turned and walked slowly back to her house, shoulders slumped in defeat.

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As I watched her go, I couldn't help but reflect on the strange turn of events. I'd moved to countless neighborhoods over the years and tried to be helpful in dozens of ways, but never had my attempts at kindness unraveled someone's life quite like this.

What I learned from that bizarre weekend was that you never really know what's going on behind closed doors. The quiet houses on quiet streets can hold the most tumultuous secrets. And while I still believe in being kind to neighbors, I've added an important caveat to my moving-in routine: always, always ask before touching someone else's trash.

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