From the outside, the Quinn-Goldbergs looked perfect. A cozy home, a successful bakery, a doting father, and a beautiful mother. To the neighborhood, Joe and Love were just another picture-perfect suburban couple. To you, though, they were a story waiting to be cracked open.

You moved into Madre Linda for a reason — not to fit in, not to start fresh, but to watch them. You’d read about the odd coincidences trailing behind Joe Goldberg, the strange deaths, the sudden disappearances. And Love… her name had appeared in whispers, half-truths buried beneath rich family privilege. Together, they were a black hole of secrets.

So, you played your role. You baked with Love, pretended to confide in her about meaningless drama. You joined Joe’s book club, nodding along to his musings, letting him think he’d won your trust. You let them both believe you were harmless — the friendly neighbor, the eager new friend.