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

called Scott. No answer.

“Can you stop charging my card?”

“I’m sorry, but the card on file is the one we’ll continue to use until checkout.”

I hung up and screamed into a pillow. Scott was using me.

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A week later, I checked my bank account. The final bill had been posted.

Not $3,000. Not four thousand. Almost $6,000.

Scott was using me.

I stared at the continue reading …