a neatly folded piece of paper, heavy with the weight of choices made and words left unsaid. Lisa’s eyes widened as she unfolded it, revealing the unexpected truth that lay within.
It was a legal document, meticulously drafted by Gerald, declaring that I had sold my share of the house. The house that Lisa had always considered her own, without acknowledging my part in it. My name was still on the deed because of the support I had provided ever since my husband, Lisa’s father, had passed away.
The letter laid out that the money from the sale was transferred to a trust fund in my name, managed by Gerald, ensuring my financial independence. I had also included a note, a final message to Lisa and Travis, in the hope that they would understand:
