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

rang again.

“Claire?” Mark called from downstairs. “You alive in there?”

Reality rushed back in.

If Sean was lying, he was good.

I wiped my teary eyes quickly. “Stay here. Don’t move.”

He gave a weak nod.

I went downstairs and met our friends in the living room.

Denise was holding a bottle of orange juice.

“Are we too early? You look pale.”

“I’m fine,” I said continue reading …