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

chin. The birthmark was real, not a trick of the light or a coincidence.

“How old is he?” I asked as I stood up slowly.

“Why do you want to know?” she asked defensively.

“You’re hiding something from me,” I whispered.

“It’s not what you think,” she said quickly.

“Then tell me what it is,” I demanded.

Her gaze darted around the playground.

“How old is he?”

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