I Took Care of My Elderly Neighbor – After She Died, the Police Knocked on My Door, and When I Learned Why, My Knees Buckled

everything for our friends.

At 7:30 a.m., I walked into our bedroom.

It was the weekend, so Sean was still asleep, one arm flung over his head.

“I hope she was worth it.”

I slammed the tray onto his nightstand.

He jolted upright. “Babe? What’s going on?”

“Happy Valentine’s Day, dear.”

He blinked at the tray, confused. “What is this?”

“Breakfast in bed.”

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