“And in return?” I asked carefully.
She watched me closely.
“When I’m gone, everything I own goes to you.”
Honestly, it sounded insane.
But I needed the money.
And maybe deeper down, I wanted someone to choose me for once.
So I shook her hand.
At first, our arrangement stayed practical.
I handled errands.
Fixed things around the house.
Sorted medication into labeled containers.
Drove her to appointments.
And she complained through every minute of it.
“You’re late.”
“It’s been three minutes.”
