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!’

I carried groceries up for her, took trash down, and moved her table so her wheelchair could turn better. Nick started doing his homework at her place again, her red pen hovering like a hawk.

She thanked me so much that I just started smiling and saying, “You’re stuck with us now.”

For a moment, life felt almost calm. Then someone tried to break my door down.

I was at the stove making grilled cheese.

Nick was at the table, muttering at fractions. The first hit rattled the door.

Nick jumped. “What was that?”

The second hit was harder.

I wiped my hands and went to the door, heart pounding.

I opened it a crack, foot braced.

A man in his 50s stood there. Red face, gray hair slicked back, dress shirt, expensive watch, cheap anger.

“We need to talk,” he growled.

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