Poor Older Lady Didn’t Let Anyone Into Her Home for 26 Years Until I Set Foot Inside

My husband played Mrs. Halloway’s song on the piano while my kids cried like they’d lost their real grandma.

Emma sang along softly, her voice hauntingly beautiful just like her grandmother’s had been.

And me? I kept thinking about that night with the ambulance, when I’d stepped through a door that had been locked for 26 years.

How one starving cat had led me to uncover a secret that changed Mrs. Halloway’s life.

Sometimes being a good neighbor means more than just waving from your front porch.

Sometimes it means stepping into someone else’s story and helping them write a better ending.