Lisa snatched it and tore it open, her eyes scanning the words. Lisa, this was never your house. Never your money.
Never your life to control. It’s over. I’m done.
Mom Lisa’s hands shook. The letter fluttered to the floor. No, no, she can’t do this to me, she screamed.
Her voice cracked, wild and feral. She already did, Daniel said simply. Lisa’s head whipped toward him.
You listen to me. You tell her I’m coming for her. She won’t get away with this.
She’s nothing without me, nothing. But her words bounced off the empty walls, absorbed into the silence she could no longer fill. Daniel straightened his clipboard and adjusted his glasses.
I’ll let Mrs. Harper know you stopped by. And with that, he stepped past her and out the door. Lisa sank to her knees in the bare living room, clutching the letter in her fist.
Her shopping bag strewn across the floor. Her scream ripped through the house. You can’t do this to me.
But I already had. Across town, I sat in my new apartment, a warm cup of tea in my hands. For the first time in my life, I didn’t feel like someone’s mother, someone’s grandmother, someone’s caretaker.
I felt like myself. And it felt good.
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