WHEN MY 59-YEAR-OLD NEIGHBOR KNOCKED AT MIDNIGHT, I THOUGHT I WAS FIXING A PIPE, BUT I WAS REALLY SAVING MY OWN LIFE…

her voice. I didn’t know who else to call.

In the morning I woke with one clear thought before coffee, before work, before anything else.

I need to check on Caroline.

By nine o’clock I was on her porch with my toolbox.

When she opened the door, she was dressed in a faded blue sweater, her silver-blonde hair pinned up carelessly, a coffee mug in one hand.continue reading …