I tried to talk to the neighbors and explain what was happening, but she had gotten to them first. In town, I overheard their comments. “Poor Tara, taking care of her elderly mother-in-law,” and “What a sweet girl, always so helpful.”
I was the crazy old lady in the barn. She made sure of it. But then, something shifted.
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