Working from home can quietly shrink your world. I’m Caroline, a web developer, and most days I watch life pass from my window. Across the street live Mike and Jill, a couple with a flawless daily rhythm. Every day for ten years, Mike would come home at noon, kiss Jill at the door, disappear inside for exactly fifteen minutes, then leave again. Even on weekends, the pattern never broke. It was oddly comforting—and increasingly mysterious. One afternoon, the curtain was left open. I peeked in and saw something unexpected: Mike gently taking portraits of Jill, simple and serene. Our eyes met through the glass—I froze. The next morning, Mike knocked on my door with an envelope. Inside was a photo of me, mid-spy, looking hilariously guilty. We both laughed, and he invited me over for tea. Their home was filled with albums—thousands of daily photos. What began as a lighthearted joke had turned into a daily ritual, a kind of visual love letter. Each photo captured not just smiles, but seasons, storms, and silent struggles. Over time, I started joining them after their sessions. Mike even encouraged me to start my own daily photo project. When Jill was diagnosed with cancer, their tradition didn’t stop—if anything, it deepened. Mike took her photo every day, reminding her she was still seen, still beautiful. I helped digitize their albums and witnessed a love that refused to fade. What began as idle curiosity grew into real friendship. Behind every closed curtain is a story, and sometimes, it only takes one brave look to discover it