The first week I stayed there, I slept better than I had in months.
The second week, I started noticing things.
The silver tea set in the dining cabinet.
The antique clock in the hallway.
The jewelry box on her dresser.
The envelope from the bank she left near the telephone.
The fact that no one visited.
No children.
No grandchildren.
Only a niece named Caroline who called every Sunday and lived three states away.
Evelyn talked about Caroline warmly, but also with a sadness she tried to hide. Caroline had her own life. A husband. Children. A career. She cared, but she was busy.
Evelyn was alone.
And I was exactly selfish enough to see opportunity inside her loneliness.
It happened slowly.
At first, I helped around the house because I needed to earn my keep. I cleaned gutters. Fixed a loose cabinet door. Changed lightbulbs. Carried groceries. Drove her to appointments. She praised me for everything.
