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!’

“Okay,” I said slowly. “Can I help you?”

“Do I know you?”

“You did it on purpose,” he spat.

“You’re a disgrace.”

Behind me, I heard Nick’s chair scrape.

I shifted so I filled the doorway. “Who are you and what do you think I did on purpose?”

“I know she left the apartment to you. You think I’m stupid?

You manipulated her.”

“My mother. Mrs. Lawrence.”

I stared.

“I’ve lived next to her for 10 years. Funny I’ve never seen you once.”

His jaw clenched. “That’s none of your business.”

“You leech off my mother, play the hero, and now she’s changing her will.

You people always act innocent.”

Something in me went cold at “you people.”

“You need to leave,” I said quietly. “There’s a kid behind me. I’m not doing this with him listening.”

He leaned in so close I could smell stale coffee.

I shut the door.

He didn’t try to stop it. I turned. Nick was in the hallway, pale.

“No, I did the right thing.

Some people hate seeing that when they didn’t.”

“Is he going to hurt you?”

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