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I signed the papers on my new house on a Thursday.
By Saturday morning, I was standing in the front yard wondering why I’d ever thought homeownership sounded relaxing.
The lawn looked like it had surrendered weeks ago.
Grass brushed against my ankles.
Weeds pushed through the flower beds.
The previous owner had clearly stopped caring long before he decided to sell.
I had just carried another box inside when someone knocked on the front door.
A teenage boy stood on the porch, one hand resting on the handle of an old red push mower with chipped paint and a front wheel that leaned slightly to one side.
He looked about 15.
His baseball cap had faded from years in the sun, and his sneakers had been patched so many times I couldn’t tell what color they’d originally been.
“You the new owner?” he asked.
“I am.”
Instead of answering, he looked past me at the house.
Not just a quick glance.
He studied it.
His eyes drifted from the front porch to the upstairs windows before settling on the detached garage behind the house.
He stared at it a second longer than everything else.
A faint smile crossed his face.
“Good,” he said quietly.
“I was hoping somebody finally moved in.”
I frowned.
“What do you mean?”
He looked embarrassed.
“Sorry. Empty houses always make me a little sad.”
Then he gave an awkward smile.
“Anyway… I was wondering if you needed somebody to mow your lawn.”
He nudged the mower with his foot.
“My name’s Chase.”
“I’m Rick.”
“My mom and I live over at Cedar Creek Trailer Park. I’m trying to earn some money before school starts.”
He said it plainly.
No rehearsed speech.
No sympathy play.
Just the truth.
“What do you charge?”
“Twenty five dollars.”
I almost laughed. It wasn’t even half of what a landscaping company would’ve charged.
“I’ll give you 50.”
His eyebrows shot up.
“You serious?”
“If you do a good job.”
A grin spread across his face.
“I will.”
He pulled the starter cord.
The mower sputtered twice before roaring to life.
I spent the next hour unpacking boxes while the steady hum drifted through the open windows.
Every time I looked outside, Chase was working.
No phone.
No earbuds.
No disappearing for breaks.
Just straight, careful rows that slowly transformed the yard.
When he finally finished, it looked like an entirely different property.
I handed him the money.
He counted it once before looking back up at me.
“You are far too kind. I only asked for 25.”
“And you earned 50.”
For a second, he just stared at the bills.
“Thank you.”
As he folded the money into his wallet, I noticed it again.
His face looked strangely familiar.
I couldn’t place it, but it bothered me.
As he pushed the mower down the sidewalk, I kept watching until he disappeared around the corner.
Where had I seen him?
At the grocery store?
A neighbor’s barbecue?
An old photograph?
Nothing fit.
By the following Saturday, Chase was back at exactly eight o’clock.
Not a minute early.
Not a minute late.
“Morning, Mr. Rick.”
“Morning.”
He got straight to work.
Around nine, I carried a bottle of water outside.
“You’ve earned a break.”
He accepted it with a grateful smile.
“Thanks.”
As he drank, his eyes wandered toward the detached garage.
He stared at it for several seconds.
“You ever been inside it?”
“Not once.”
He looked surprised. “Really?”
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“Still unpacking.”
He nodded. “Makes sense.”
Then he grabbed the mower and walked away before I could ask why he wanted to know.
The Saturday that followed, I found him standing beside the garage before he’d even started mowing.
His fingers rested lightly against the weathered siding.
He didn’t notice me until I spoke.
“Everything okay?”
He pulled his hand away so quickly you’d think the wood had burned him.
“Yeah.”
“You sure?”
He nodded.
“I was just looking.”
“At what?”
“The garage.”
“What about it?”
He hesitated.
I watched him walk back toward the mower.
For just a second, he looked disappointed.
I couldn’t figure out why.
But it stayed with me.
The weeks settled into a comfortable routine.
Every Saturday morning, Chase appeared with the same battered mower.
Every Saturday afternoon, my lawn looked perfect.
I started paying him a little extra each week.
Every week, he argued.
Every week, I won.
“You really don’t have to keep doing that,” he said one afternoon.
“You really don’t have to keep arguing.”
He laughed.
“Fair enough.”
The more I got to know him, the more that familiar feeling nagged at me.
Sometimes it was the way he smiled.
Sometimes it was the way he stood at the end of the driveway with one hand shoved into his pocket.
I’d catch myself staring, convinced I was one second away from remembering.
Then it would disappear again.
One evening, curiosity got the better of me.
I dug through the listing photographs, wondering if I’d somehow seen Chase before.
There wasn’t a single person in them.
I leaned back in my chair, annoyed with myself.
Maybe he just had one of those familiar faces.
I closed the folder and tried to forget about it.
I didn’t.
A month after I’d hired him, my boss canceled an afternoon meeting.
I pulled into my driveway just after three.
The lawn mower sat in the backyard.
Its engine was still running.
One strip of grass remained half cut.
“Chase?”
No answer.
I walked around the side of the house.
“Chase?”
Still nothing.
Then I noticed the detached garage.
The door stood open.
I stopped walking.
That wasn’t possible.
I’d never used the garage.
The only key stayed on a hook beside my kitchen door.
I knew I hadn’t left it open.
“Chase?”
A few seconds later, he came jogging out of the garage.
The moment he saw me, he froze.
“I didn’t hear your truck.”
“I can see that.”
I looked past him into the dim garage.
“How did you get in there?”
He blinked.
“The door was open.”
“It wasn’t.”
He frowned.
“It was when I got here.”
I reached into my pocket and held up the key.
“I’ve had this with me since the day I moved in.”
His eyes drifted toward the garage before returning to mine.
“It was really hot.”
“I just wanted to cool off for a minute.”
His answer wasn’t what bothered me.
It was what he said next.
He looked back toward the garage.
Then at me.
Genuine confusion crossed his face.
“You keep it locked now?”
I had never told him it had once been unlocked.
“What did you just say?”
Chase’s eyes widened.
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