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

Eli says he dreams about me, too!”

I knelt and pulled him close.

“Eli,” I said gently, looking at the other boy. “How long have you had that birthmark?”

He touched his chin shyly. “Forever.”

I met the nurse’s gaze one more time.

“This isn’t over,” I said quietly as we’d exchanged contacts before returning to the boys.

Stefan ran toward me.

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