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.”

The nurse’s voice pulled me from sleep. I opened my eyes to find all three of my children standing at the foot of my bed. Their expressions a carefully composed mixture of concern and solemnity.

“She looks better today,” Vanessa observed clinically. “More color.”

“The doctor says these fluctuations are normal,” Daniel replied. “It doesn’t indicate actual improvement.”

I kept my face slack, my eyes unfocused—playing the role of the semi-conscious patient they expected.

Through barely open lids, I studied them. Daniel in his tailored suit, checking his watch impatiently. Vanessa scrolling through her phone between performative glances at me.

Robert shifting uncomfortably, the only one showing a hint of genuine distress. “Mom,” Daniel said loudly, as if volume could penetrate brain fog. “We’re taking care of everything.

The house is being sold to a lovely family. They have children who will enjoy the beach just like we did.”

Liar. The “lovely family” was undoubtedly one of the real estate groups that had been trying to acquire oceanfront properties in that area for years.

“We’ve also arranged for your things to be properly handled,” Vanessa added. “Some items will go to family members who will treasure them.”

By family members, she meant herself. I was certain.

Vanessa had always coveted my jewelry, especially the pieces Richard had given me. Robert finally spoke, his voice softer than his siblings’. “Mom, if you can hear me, I hope we’re doing what you’d want.”

A flicker of doubt in his tone.

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