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

Not until it’s finished.”

“My hands shake now when I play. But I keep practicing. For her.”

“This will be my last composition. I’m writing it myself. For her. I want it to be perfect. She deserves perfection.”

“I hated lying to her.”

The last entry was dated a week before he died: “I’m out of time. I’m sorry, my love. I couldn’t finish.”

I closed the journal continue reading …