I Carried My Elderly Neighbor down Nine Flights During a Fire – Two Days Later, a Man Showed Up at My Door and Said, ‘You Did It on Purpose!’

Or the building manager?”

She flinched. “No. It’ll only make him angrier.”

“Is he really your son?”

She closed her eyes, then nodded.

“Yes.”

I hesitated. “Is what he said true? About the will.

About the apartment.”

Her eyes filled with tears. She nodded again.

I leaned against the doorframe, trying to process it. “But why?

You have a son.”

“Because my son doesn’t care about me. He cares about what I own. He only shows up when he wants money.

He talks about putting me in a home like he’s throwing out old furniture.”

She looked up at me. “You and Nick check on me. You bring me soup.

You sit with me when I’m scared. You carried me down nine flights of stairs. I want what I have left to go to someone who actually loves me.

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