Each evening, once the day’s noise dissolved, we would spend about an hour in our backyard pool, speaking in low voices and letting the slow movement of the water ease our minds. It was never about fitness or indulgence—it was simply our shared ritual, a gentle way to reconnect. When a new family moved in next door, we exchanged friendly waves and thought nothing more of it. Not long after, the father came over and asked—politely but firmly—that we stop using the pool at night. He offered little explanation, only saying it caused difficulties for his family. Confused, and feeling our routine was harmless, we decided not to change anything and continued as usual.
For some time, there were no obvious consequences.
