I Cleared Snow for My Elderly Neighbor Every Day – Then She Left a Note That Made My Blood Run Cold
The cold air slapped my face the second I opened the front door. “Of course it snowed again,” I muttered. My shovel was already leaning against the porch railing, waiting for me like it knew this would happen. Snowflakes still drifted down, soft but relentless, covering everything I had cleared the day before. Upstairs, Max was still asleep. I could hear the faint hum of his sound machine through the ceiling. “Of course it snowed again,” I repeated, louder this time, as if the universe needed to hear my complaint.