The road on which the house was situated was a busy one, it was the major route from the housing estate to and from the motorway, it was also a shortcut between the lower road and the motorway so during the rush hours traffic would divide the community in two.
This contributed to the fact that it was difficult to get to know the nieighbours opposite and rarely friendships were formed unless there were children of the same age involved.
Shiela could sit at her window all day long hidden by her net curtains and watch the world unfold in front of her.
Sheila’s nextdoor neighbours were always very polite but distant. Nobody really wanted to get to friendly. They had their lives and enjoyed their privacy. This suited her down to the ground. The last thing she wanted was a nosy neighbour on her doorstep trying to get a foot through her front door. The thought alone sent shudders of fear up her spine.
In fact Shiela very rarely left the house, she shopped via internet, she had no direct family to bother her and she had no one to call a friend. Sheila was the personification of private and without it her world would collapse.
No, Sheila enjoyed her anonimity and would do everything she could to keep it that way because if just one person got to know her past and discovered her crime, the enormity of what she had done, chaos would be born.