I Mowed the Lawn for the 82-Year-Old Widow Next Door – The Next Morning, a Sheriff Woke Me up with a Request That Made My Blood Run Cold

My feet squelched in grass and I felt dizzy, nauseous, but I kept going. Every so often, I’d catch Mrs.

Higgins watching me, a strange, thoughtful look in her eyes. Halfway through, my breath caught.

I stopped, leaned against the handle, and wiped my face.

Mrs. Higgins shuffled over with a glass of lemonade, cold and sweating in the heat. “Sit,” she ordered.

“You’ll make yourself sick.”

I sat on her porch, gulping lemonade, pulse racing.

Mrs. Higgins sat beside me.

She didn’t speak, just patted my knee. After a minute, she asked, “How much longer for you?”

I glanced down.

“Six weeks, if she lets me go that long.”

She smiled, a little wistful.