“Not an ordinary nursing home. It’s a comfortable facility where they’ll take care of everything for you.”
Jake, who had remained silent until then, suddenly asked,
“And what’s going to happen to the house?”
Sarah answered coldly.
“That’s none of your business.”
“Then whose business is it? Margaret’s or yours?”
My daughter turned toward me.
“Mom, see? He wants to get his hands on our family’s property!”
I looked at Jake.
He didn’t try to defend himself.
Instead, he asked everyone to sit down in the living room.
Sarah refused.
That’s when Jake spoke a name.
“Linda Wilson.”
Sarah dropped her purse.
I remembered that name very well.
Linda had worked in our home for fifteen years. She was a quiet, shy woman who had practically become part of our family.
Then one day, she disappeared.
My husband told me she had moved to another state.
