Then I remembered the one thing they didn’t know about.
The country house.
A small cottage my parents left me, two hours north in Millbrook.
Mason didn’t know because I never put his name on the deed.
Some instinct told me to keep one thing sacred.
I decided then: I wasn’t going to any nursing home.
I was leaving tonight.
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