Chapter 2
She sighed as if my grief were delaying her vacation.“Oh, Mrs. Theresa, everyone has problems.”
Austin showed no embarrassment.
He didn’t defend me.
He simply shrugged.
“Besides, that’s why you’re here, Mom. You’ll get bored all by yourself.”
The birds continued screaming.
Beside Ernest’s photograph, the candle flame flickered.
For once, anger didn’t rise inside me.
Instead, I became completely calm.
I studied the cages.
Then my son.
And smiled.
“Of course, sweetie. Leave them with me.”
Chloe paused, clearly surprised by how easily I surrendered.
“We also left you the spare key to our apartment in case you need to fetch more food.”
Austin kissed my forehead casually.
“Thanks, Mom. We can always count on you.”
After they left, those words lingered.
They could always count on me.
That was exactly the problem.
For years, I had been an open wallet, spare bedroom, full refrigerator, and pair of hands ready to clean up everyone else’s problems.
But I didn’t cry that night.
I went to the closet, pulled out my blue suitcase, and packed three dresses, sandals, Ernest’s last bottle of perfume, my passport, and the legal folder my attorney had prepared without Austin’s knowledge.
Then I called Mrs. Mary next door.
“Is your nephew still able to come pick up the animals?”
“Yes, Theresa. He already has the shelter ready.”
By four that morning, my living room was clean.
The cages were gone.
So were the smell of birdseed and the frightened animals.
I extinguished Ernest’s candles and left my house keys on the table beside a folded note.
It wasn’t an apology.
It said, “Austin, when you read this, do not call to complain. Call your lawyer.”
At five-thirty, a taxi carried me toward the Port of Miami.
The sky remained dark, and early mist covered the road. For the first time in years, the only thing I needed to hold onto was my passport.
Chloe called first.
Then Austin.
Then Chloe again.
I let my phone vibrate on my lap as the bright white ship appeared ahead, like a floating city waiting to carry me away.
Just before boarding, one message stopped me.
“Mom, what did you do? There’s a woman from the court at the door saying the house isn’t ours anymore.”
I looked toward the ocean and smiled.
May you like
Then Austin sent a photograph.
He stood pale in my living room, clutching my note.
