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

in love with him?” I asked.

Dorothy gave me a tired, patient smile. “Not the way you’re imagining. I love him like the grandson I never had.”

Alex sat down beside her, staring at his own hands. His mother had died when he was sixteen. His father disappeared not long after, leaving him to bounce between relatives and temporary rooms. He worked long shifts continue reading …