“By keeping me out of my own house?” I asked quietly.

He hesitated. “She said you didn’t care about it anymore… that you never visited. That she was just simplifying things.”

Simplifying.

I looked down at the documents in front of me—my mother’s signature, clear and deliberate.

“Don’t worry,” I said calmly. “I won’t cause problems.”

Relief filled his voice. “Good, that’s all I—”

“I’ll handle it my way,” I added.

He didn’t understand what that meant.

But my mother would have.

After the call ended, I sat still for a moment, the envelope heavy in my hands—a symbol of everything she had trusted me to protect.

Then I opened my laptop and booked a flight.

Destination: coastal Massachusetts.

One-way.

It was time to go home.

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