They exchanged embarrassed glances.
“But that’s what parents are supposed to do…” Daniel muttered.
“It is. I worked double shifts, wore the same winter coat for ten years, and gave up anything that cost too much or took too long because one of you needed something. I would do it all again, but tell me this… what did I do wrong that made all of you think it was acceptable to divide my possessions before I was even gone?”
My eyes burned, but I refused to look away.
Ben cleared his throat. “No, you never did anything wrong, Mom. I’m sorry.”
One by one, they all murmured apologies. I accepted them with a quiet nod.
“If you truly mean that, then you will respect my decision. This house already gave you your inheritance. It gave you birthday parties, Christmas mornings, a porch light left on when you came home late, and a safe place to fall apart.” I looked directly at Daniel. “It does not owe you a reward simply for surviving me.”
His face finally cracked. The anger and indignation disappeared, replaced with shame.
Mr. Bennett quietly closed his folder. “I believe my work here is finished.”
For the first time in years, I no longer feared the silence waiting for me after everyone left.
Because this time, I was no longer waiting.
I was preparing to spend the final years of my life on my own terms.
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