Sometimes a story comes from imagination. Sometimes, it feels like the story was waiting for you — buried just beneath the surface of your own life, asking to be uncovered.

The Neighbours Next Door began with a simple question: How well do we really know the people we live beside? But as I followed Alexander Kane into the heart of this mystery — surveillance rooms, encrypted files, quiet betrayals — it became clear the novel wasn’t just about secrets. It was about time. About fate. About the consequences that never quite fade, no matter how pristine the lawns or quiet the cul-de-sac.

If you’ve read it, I’d love to hear what lingered with you the most.
If you haven’t yet — maybe just check the house next door before you do.