Three Months Later: The House That Became Mine Again
Spring sunlight warmed the floorboards of my country house in Millbrook.
It wasn’t drafty anymore.
Dale sent contractors.
The roof was fixed. The wiring updated. The walls painted a soft, cheerful yellow.
The garden was cleared, and crocuses pushed through the soil like proof that life comes back.
I built a new routine.
- Volunteering at the library
- Reading to children
- Neighbors who brought cakes and asked me how I was doing
- Sunday dinners with Dale, Sue, and Debbie’s kids
And the money?
Mason returned it within a week, terrified of what a real legal fight would expose.
Then life did what life does.
Jacqueline filed for divorce.
The “perfect” life cracked without the free labor I’d been quietly providing.
I didn’t celebrate it.
I just noticed the pattern.
Then one afternoon, my doorbell rang.
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