PART 5
Mom sold the house—not because they had frightened her out of it, but because she chose a sunny cottage near me. She used part of the money to create a legal-aid fund for abused seniors.
On the first morning in her new home, we drank coffee on the porch.
“Do you miss Michael?” I asked.
She watched sunlight move across the garden. “I miss the son I believed I raised.”
Then she reached for my hand.
“But I’m proud of the daughter who finally made them see me.”
For the first time since 2:27 a.m., the world felt quiet.
May you like
Not empty.
Safe.
