It was every parent’s worst nightmare come true when the Wesenbergs lost their little son, Ted, one Sunday afternoon. It happened in the one place that should have been the safest—their home. But that day, everything went horribly wrong. They found Ted floating lifelessly in their swimming pool, his small body still, as if he were just another pool float. Paul Wesenberg didn’t think—he just dived in. He pulled his son from the water, his heart pounding as he desperately tried mouth-to-mouth. But it was too late. When the paramedics

When our new neighbor moved in next door, I thought, Maybe this will be nice. Maybe we’ll get along. I’m a dad to three wild boys—Tucker, Wyatt, and Jace—and my wife, Emily, was fighting a serious illness. Life was already tough, and I didn’t need any extra drama. But, as it turned out, drama was exactly what we got. The new neighbor, let’s call her Karen, was in her late fifties, single, and seemed to have a talent for finding problems where there weren’t any. Our neighborhood was quiet and