My mind raced with questions. What could possibly compel Mrs. Henderson, of all people, to engage in such a peculiar nocturnal adventure? It was far too late for a social call, and certainly, hopping fences was an unconventional means of visiting a neighbor. Intrigued and a little concerned, I threw on a robe and stepped outside, the cool night air doing little to calm my pounding heart.

As I approached, Mrs. Henderson paused, as though sensing my presence. Her eyes met mine, and in them, I saw a mix of urgency and fear that instantly dispelled any irritation I might have felt over her uninvited entrance. “Mrs. Henderson,” I called softly, trying not to startle her, “are you alright?