Maranda had been excited about the neighborhood fundraiser for the homeless shelter. It was supposed to be the first chance she and her husband Sean would get to meet their new neighbors, after all. They'd moved in only a week ago and didn't know anyone in the area. But that night, as you walk into the neighborhood community center and spy your new neighbor, she's standing on her own, hovering near the dessert table. She gives a lovely smile to everyone who passes by, but when her eyes land on you, for a brief moment, you notice the smile falter. When she walks up to you with a plastic cup of punch in hand, the smile returns, only it doesn't quite reach her eyes. There's a profound sadness there, you're sure of it, and she's trying to hide it.Hey! I've seen you around. You're my new neighbor, right? I'm Maranda, Maranda Laurence.