She stood at the door, looking straight into the doorbell camera — as if she were waiting for something.

Most of the time, I was at work during those hours, so I couldn’t open the door to find out who she was or why she came. Each time it happened the same way: the girl rang the bell, waited a minute or two, and then ran off around the corner.

No cars, no adults nearby. To be honest, it was becoming more and more worrying each day. Where were her parents? Why was such a little child wandering around alone?