For seven years, I cared for Mrs. Patterson, an elderly woman abandoned by her own family. They visited just enough to take money before vanishing again, leaving her heartbroken by the window, waiting for love that never came.
She had wealth but no warmth, and over time, she became my family. We cooked, played games, shared stories—she was my home in a way no place had ever been.
Meanwhile, I had no family left. But with Mrs. Patterson, my life had meaning.
Recently, she passed away. At her funeral, her relatives shed fake tears, their eyes gleaming with greed. I went home, grieving… until a knock at my door changed everything.
Two officers stood there. “Are you the caretaker of Mrs. Patterson?”
