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

said brightly.

I stayed calm. “Yes.”

“How long?” Rick demanded.

“Eight months.”

“And you didn’t tell us?” Donna pressed.

“You stopped being my support the day you tried to trade my education for Brooke’s apartment,” I replied.

Brooke rolled her eyes. “You’re still hung up on that?”

“Yes,” I said simply.

Employees streamed in and out behind me, security guards continue reading …