I just stared at him, my mouth hanging open. “Are you kicking me out of my own home?”
He winced. “I’m not kicking you out. Sorry, but Mary says we need more space for the kids. I just… Mary thinks it’s best. You don’t need all that space anymore. And the kids would love the backyard.”
I couldn’t breathe! My chest felt like it was being crushed. After all the years of love, of raising him, of giving him everything — this was how he repaid me?
“They’re growing up, Mom, and we’ve been thinking… You can stay with Aunt Lorna for a bit, right?”
The good-hearted boy we’d raised was slipping through my fingers, and I could almost feel him choosing Mary over me in real time.
I packed a few of my bags with a quiet, cold clarity. Because for the first time in my life, I knew Daniel might actually force me to use the actual will his father had prepared.
I left that day with two suitcases and a heart so heavy I thought it might break. I didn’t even cry in front of him. I just nodded, walked out, and sat in Lorna’s guest room staring at the wall for hours.
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