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

myself.”

Rick snapped, “You owe us.”

“No,” I said. “You taught me what I’m worth.”

Donna’s tone shifted again. “So what do you make now?”

“Enough,” I answered.

“Enough to help your sister,” Brooke insisted.

“Enough to build my own life,” I corrected.

Donna’s voice rose. “Without us?”

“Yes.”

Just then, my phone buzzed—team meeting in five minutes.
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