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

we got married in that same coastal cottage. Emma was my maid of honor, and Max, now elderly and gray around the muzzle, was our ring bearer. Mrs. Eleanor sat in the front row, dabbing her eyes with the same handkerchief she’d used the day I returned her dog.