I Moved My Dying 76-Year-Old Neighbour into My Spare Bedroom — Her Relatives, Who Hadn’t Visited in 5 Years, Threatened to Call the Police on Me

She pressed the letter into my hands.

“Your mother wrote to me three days before she died.”

I stared at the page.

At the familiar handwriting.

At the date.

At the words that had been waiting six years for me to read them.

Then Enid said the sentence that made the room disappear around me.