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“He went ice fishing,” she admitted. “Said he’d be back before dinner. Told me to handle everything.”
Ice fishing. While she dragged herself through the house, cleaning for a woman who didn’t even live there.
I wrapped her in blankets, guided her down the steps, held her elbow, got her safely in the car, turned the heat on full blast.
Then I started making calls: private snow removal, city officials reporting unsafe conditions, her doctor’s office requesting a nurse visit. Evidence matters.
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