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

paper tied with twine. Just like the ones Robert gave me in 1962.

I wasn’t expecting anyone.

I brought them inside and set them on the table.

How was this possible?

Then I opened the envelope. Inside was a letter in Robert’s handwriting. And a key.

I sat down and started reading it:

“My love, if you’re reading this, it means I am no longer by your side.”

I continue reading …