I Arrested a 91-Year-Old Grandma for Felony Theft – but the Moment She Told Me Her Reason, My Knees Buckled

“You don’t have to do this,” Gigi said.

“I know.”

When we pulled up at her house, I understood why she’d been so desperate. It wasn’t really a house. More like a shack with peeling paint, cracked windows, and a roof that looked ready to give in at the next strong wind.

Inside was worse. One room. A single bed in the corner where a man lay under a thin blanket, coughing weakly.

“George,” Gigi said, hurrying to his side. “I’m home, dear. I brought dinner.”

George’s face lit up when he saw the bag.

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