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

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“I saw that.”

“I followed you, photographed you, and assumed the worst.”

“You did?” he asked gently.

“Next time,” I said, “no secrets. Not even romantic ones.”

“Next time,” he agreed, “no poisoning.”

We both laughed quietly.

His eyebrows lifted slightly.

He reached for my hand.

“You scared me this morning,” he admitted.

“You scared me, too,” I replied.

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