The rain had been falling since before dawn, the kind of thin, steady November drizzle that made the whole day feel as if it had been left out overnight and!
When my daughter Carol invited me to move in after I sold my home, I believed it was love. After losing my husband and everything familiar, I needed that comfort. At first, it felt right. I helped around the house, bonded with my granddaughter, and finally felt less alone. Then the conversations started. My son-in-law,…