I Was Still Away Recovering When My Children Talked About Their “Early Plans” And Selling Everything From The TV To The Beach House. But The Shock Came When The Notary’s Office Called To Inform Them: “The Property Has An Owner – And It’s Not ANYONE IN THE FAMILY.”

“It’s not right,” Lily continued, anger now threading through her words. “They act like you’re already gone. Like your things don’t matter.

Like your wishes don’t matter.”

Harold stepped closer. “Victoria, I’ve contacted the number you gave me. The gentleman was quite concerned.

He’s flying in tomorrow.”

A wave of relief washed over me. He was coming. Good.

“Lily,” I whispered, an idea forming. “Need your help.”

She leaned closer. “Anything, Grandma.”

“Pretend you don’t know… I’m awake.

Watch them. Report back.”

Harold looked concerned. “Victoria, perhaps a more direct approach.”

I shook my head firmly.

“Want to know how far they’ll go.”

Lily nodded, determination hardening her features. “I’ll keep visiting you quietly. They barely notice what I do anyway.”

“One more thing,” I added, my voice strengthening slightly with practice.

“Need cell phone. Private.”

Harold reached into his briefcase. “I anticipated that.”

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