My Daughter-in-Law Threw Me Out of My Own Home and Told My Son It Was My Idea — But She Didn’t Know I Held a Dark Secret About Her

I rested a hand on his arm. “We both trusted someone who let us down.”

He looked at me, eyes shining.

For a moment, he was my little boy again, the one who brought me dandelions in his tiny fists. “I’m glad you didn’t just leave, Ma.”

“I may be old, but I still know how to stand up for my family.”

Pat poked her head out the back door. “Alright.

I’m grabbing the kids from chess club. They’re staying with me tonight. I’m making pie.

Pie helps.”

Lach gave a small smile. “You sure, Pat?”

“Pie soothes the soul. And you’ve got things to sort out here.”

She headed to her car, humming softly.

I stood, stretched, and looked at my house. The porch light was on again. It was mine once more.

Because Nana might be retired… but she’s nowhere near done.