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

probably go.”

I stared at him, stunned. “You want me to leave? I paid for this room!”

“Yeah, and I’ll pay you back. I already said I would.”

“When?”

“Soon. Just… can you go? I need some time to myself.”

“You want me to leave? I paid for this room!”

So I packed my things. Threw my clothes into my suitcase. Scott didn’t help. He just sat on the bed, scrolling continue reading …