I Took Care of My Elderly Neighbor – After She Died, the Police Knocked on My Door, and When I Learned Why, My Knees Buckled
I helped my elderly neighbor through the last years of her life. I made sure she never felt alone. So, when the police showed up at my door the morning after her funeral, I never imagined I would be the one treated like a criminal. My name is Claire. I’m 30, and I live alone in a small house with a narrow porch and a mailbox that leans just a little to the left. Three years ago, I noticed my neighbor’s mail piling up in her mailbox. Day after day,