The ambulance was parked outside her house, lights flashing.
Neighbors crowded the sidewalk. I slowed.
Then two paramedics came through her front door, helping her between them. They were calm and controlled, but moving with urgency.
The neighbors parted for them.
Then her eyes found me.
“You!” She pointed at me with a trembling finger. “This is your fault.”
Neighbors crowded the sidewalk.
I stepped closer. “I was worried about you.”
“I told you I was fine!”
“You were freezing.”
“I was managing!” she snapped, and the force of it made her cough. “They’re taking me out of my home because of you.”
One of the neighbors moved closer. “Hey,” he said sharply. “What did you do?”
“I got her help,” I said. “She needed it.”
“I told you I was fine!”
One of the paramedics glanced at me, then at the neighbors.
“We’re concerned about hypothermia and her overall condition,” he said. “She needs an evaluation.”
The woman looked small suddenly. Her eyes filled with tears, and it was awful because now she wasn’t just angry. She was scared.
“I was fine,” she whispered. “They’re making it sound worse than it is.”
“They’re not,” I said, quieter now. “You couldn’t even get to the door.”
“She needs an evaluation.”
When they helped her into the ambulance, she said it one more time.
“This is your fault.”
Then the doors shut.
As the ambulance pulled away, the woman’s neighbors turned on me.
A woman crossed her arms. “You had no right. She’s lived here longer than you’ve had that job, and now you’re taking that away from her? Who do you think you are?”
“This is your fault.”
I felt the heat rise in my face. “She had no heat. Her fridge was empty.”
“She’s always been like that,” somebody muttered from the crowd.
“She’s stubborn,” another voice said.
I turned toward them so fast that I almost lost my balance on the icy grass. “Then why didn’t you help her?”
I didn’t wait for an answer. I got back in my car and drove away with my hands shaking on the wheel.
But after that night, everything changed.
“Then why didn’t you help her?”
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