I Didn’t Think Much of the Young Man Visiting My Elderly Neighbor—Until I Walked Inside and Saw This

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His eyes flicked toward my house and back to me. “You must be Greta.”

The fact that he already knew my name unsettled me more than I expected.

“And you’re Alex.”

He nodded.

“How is Dorothy?” I asked.

“She’s good.”

“I haven’t seen her outside lately.”

“She’s been tired.”

His tone stayed polite, but there was something guarded underneath it. Before I could continue reading …