“Margaret, promise me you’ll never let our children decide where you’re going to live.”
At the time, I thought he was simply afraid of leaving me alone.
Now those words had an entirely different meaning.
Sarah began crying.
She confessed that David was in serious financial trouble. His company was nearly bankrupt, his debts were piling up, and he had convinced his sister that selling the house was their only solution.
“We thought you’d be better off in a care facility,” Sarah said.
I looked at her.
“Did either of you ever ask me what I wanted?”
She didn’t answer.
I turned toward the attorney sitting in my living room.
“Are you representing my children?”
He confirmed that he was.
“Then this conversation is over. I’ll be contacting my own attorney.”
That day, Sarah left without hugging me.
Jake also prepared to leave.
I stopped him.
