It was then that I made the decision. I had been lenient, more than understanding. I had given without question, and this was the thanks I received. “I’m taking back the house, Marcus.”
His head shot up, eyes wide with disbelief. “What? Mom, you can’t be serious.”
“I am,” I said, my voice firm and unwavering. “You signed the agreement. I have a lien on this house, and I’m going to execute it. You’ve left me with no choice.”
I turned to leave, feeling a heavy mixture of sadness and resolve. This was not how I wanted things to turn out, but I had to protect myself now. I had to draw the line. I walked back through the party, feeling the weight of eyes on me, whispers trailing in my wake like shadows.
When I reached the sidewalk, I took one last look at the house that held so many memories. Somehow, amid the pain of betrayal, I knew I would be okay. I had taken care of family, but now it was time to take care of myself.