Confused, I looked around… and then I saw them: my two suitcases, neatly placed by the door like I was going somewhere. A yellow note was stuck to one handle. I sat on the porch steps, hands trembling, and pulled it off.
“Thank you for all you’ve done. It’s time for you to rest. Your place at the senior home is paid for a year.
Chloe.”
The cake box slipped in my lap, frosting smudging against the lid. I stared at the dark windows. No sound.
No light. Had she really…? The thought sank into my stomach like cold water.
My daughter-in-law had pushed me out of my own home. I sat there for a long while, maybe an hour. That note burned in my hands.
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