That we “turned our backs.” That we “stole her future.”
Nathan? He took off two days after the eviction notice was delivered. Haven’t seen or heard from him since.
Meanwhile, my parents are safe, warm, and eating real meals in a house that finally feels like theirs again.
No more camping stove. No more garage.
That Easter ended with steaks on the grill, tulips in a vase on the table, and laughter echoing through the house just like it used to. It felt like home again.
And for the first time in a long time, everything was exactly where it belonged.
