My neighbors' house burned down, and the community raised thousands for the "devastated" young couple. But I, a retired math teacher, knew they were lying. When the insurance investigator came to my door, they followed him in. "Don't bother, Eleanor," the husband said with a smirk. "She's old and was probably asleep." I just smiled. "It's true my eyes are poor," I replied. "But my new 4K bird-watching camera has perfect night vision." After the “electrical fire” consumed the home of the charming

When my neighbors’ house burned down, everyone in the neighborhood rushed to help. They were a young couple — Tom and Sarah — charming, polite, and full of tears. People donated thousands of dollars, dropped off food, and even helped them clean up what was left of their home. The local news called them “a story of hope.” But I, Eleanor — a retired math teacher with time on her hands and a sharp eye for details — knew something didn’t add up. I live right next door. From my front window, I watche

My neighbors’ house burned down last month, and the whole community rushed to help the “heartbroken” young couple, Tom and Sarah. People organized fundraisers, donated money, and even helped them find temporary housing. The local news called them “a symbol of hope.” Everyone believed their story—everyone except me. My name is Eleanor. I’m a retired math teacher, the kind of woman who believes that numbers and facts never lie. And from my window next door, I had seen plenty that didn’t add up. Tw