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

Scott:

“I think we should end this. I just need to be alone right now.”

I ran out of the bathroom, mascara running down my face.

“You’re breaking up with me?”

He shrugged. “I thought it would be easier this way.”

He broke up with me. Over text.

“Easier for whom?”

“For both of us. Look, I’m gonna stay here for the rest of the weekend. Clear my head. You should continue reading …