When Anna returns home to care for her dying mother, she expects grief, not betrayal. But after the funeral, a family secret hidden beneath the floorboards forces her to question everything. In a house full of memories, one letter changes the meaning of legacy, love, and what’s truly hers.
When my mom, Marlene, passed away three months ago, I didn’t expect the grief to follow me like a second shadow.
I didn’t expect the betrayal either. I flew home from Chicago the moment I got the call that her illness had turned.
I left my job behind without hesitation. I packed a week’s worth of clothes, assuming I’d be back soon.
But I guess I knew, deep down, that I wouldn’t be back any time soon.
Something in my gut had shifted the minute I heard my sister’s voice on the phone. The last six weeks of my mom’s life were quiet, painful, and intimate in ways I’ll never forget. I was her caretaker, but more than that, I was her witness to life.
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