Her other hand gripped her house keys tightly. TourProperties
“Tom,” she said shakily, “Ethan changed the security code.”
I frowned.
“What do you mean?”
She lowered her eyes.
“He told me the house belongs to him now. He said I should get out before you came back because I’ve already spent too many years living off what he considers his inheritance.”
For a moment, I simply stared at her.
Our son had actually said those words.
Ethan was thirty-two years old.
He was our only son, and for most of his life, Linda and I had done everything we could to give him opportunities we never had.
Continue on the next page:
