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

here.”

“You did tell me,” Dorothy admitted. “Several times.”

He shut his eyes for a second anyway, like he was going to blame himself regardless. I called for help. While we waited, Alex folded a blanket under Dorothy’s leg and spoke to her in a low, steady voice.

“Stay with me, Dot. The paramedics are coming.”

“I am not dying,” she muttered.

“I know.”

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