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

candles. Everything was perfect.

The room was beautiful. Floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city. A king-sized bed with rose petals scattered across it. Champagne chilling in a silver bucket.

I smiled. “This is perfect, right?”

Scott barely looked up from his phone. “Yeah. Sure.”

“This is perfect, right?”

“Scott, can you put your phone down for like continue reading …