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

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I almost went back inside.

Mrs. Higgins grinned, but her grip on the mower didn’t loosen.

“Seriously, let me help,” I said, stepping closer. “You shouldn’t be out here in this heat.”

She frowned. “It’s too much for you, dear. You should be resting, not moving lawns for old ladies.”

I shrugged. “Resting is overrated. Besides, I need the distraction.”

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