I TOOK CARE OF MY ELDERLY NEIGHBOR FOR

The will shattered me.

No house. No savings.

Not even a token keepsake—just a front-row seat to my own stupidity.

I’d given a year of my life to a dying woman who, it seemed, left me with nothing but shame.

Growing up certain that every promise was a setup for disappointment, I had treated life like a series of exits—never unpacking, never attaching, always continue reading …