I took care of my 85-year-old neighbor

My throat tightened painfully.

“That’s it?”

The lawyer folded his hands together. “Yes.”

“But she promised me—”

The sentence broke apart before I could finish it.

And suddenly, one horrible thought hit me hard enough to make my stomach twist.

She lied.

Mrs. Rhode lied to me.

The old humiliation I spent my entire life learning to survive

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