My Neighbor Knocked in the Rain and Told Me to Take My Granddaughter Across the Street—From His Window, I Watched My Own Son Enter My House
It described me as confused.
Forgetful.
Medication-dependent.
Possibly abusing alcohol.
Unable to maintain a safe home.
The fabricated incident log appeared almost word for word.
There were photographs of my prescriptions.
Photos of the house.
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