“She was getting older.”
I almost laughed.
“She knew exactly what she was writing.”
Mom said nothing.
I finally told her,
“I’ll think about it.”
Relief crossed her face.
As she reached the door, I stopped her.
“Mom.”
She turned.
“If you needed my help, you could have called me before this.”
She looked down.
“I didn’t know what to say.”
“You didn’t have to fix everything,” I said. “You just had to not stay silent.”
After she left, Leah and I sat at the kitchen table with the letter between us.
“You’re not giving it to them, are you?” she asked.
“No.”
She exhaled.
“But I’m not rushing into anything either.”
The next week, I hired a local real-estate attorney.
I gave him the letter.
The property history.
Information about who had maintained the house.
He explained that without a clear will, the matter would need proper legal review.
