For years, my neighbor comes home for 15 minutes in the middle of the day, and I finally dared to take a peek.

I ran to my front door, thinking I barely had 15 minutes. Assuming no one was looking, I dashed toward the open window. I tried to peer over the windowsill, thankful that no neighbors were observing.

Their living room looked just like any other. Mike stood with a professional camera, his back to me. Jill faced him with a sweet grin on her lips. I noticed a glimmer of movement near the edge of the room. Mike was looking right at me. Our eyes connected, and I collapsed as his wife yelled, “Someone’s there! Someone is peeping inside!”

Oh, oh, no! I thought. This cannot be happening! I ran back to my house, my pulse racing, and shut the door. What was I thinking? Why did I peep inside their home? Have I upset them? I was frightened they would contact the cops.