By the time I got to her house, I felt much better in my mood.
My health was still relatively good, and all I had to do at her place was some cooking and grocery shopping.
I could manage that just fine.
After meals, I would accompany her on walks, and we would chat about life. Gradually, my spirits lifted.
Deep down, I felt grateful that Gracie was still so considerate.
But after a while, things started to feel a bit off.
Paying for groceries and fruit was fine. I loved Gracie, and it was my choice to spoil her.
However, her husband kept coming to me every few days to borrow a bit of "small change", saying that Gracie kept a tight grip on their money. That started to raise some questions in my mind.
One day, he approached me again, explaining that his car had accidentally scraped someone else's. Since he wanted to settle it privately, he needed some money to pay for the damages. He promised to return the money as soon as he got his next paycheck.
I hesitated for a moment, but then I figured that everyone ran into trouble sometimes, so without a second thought, I withdrew a few thousand dollars and handed it to him.