Chapter 3: The Family Meeting
I returned to the cabin that afternoon.
Not because Eric asked.
Because I needed to see the truth with my own eyes.
The driveway was full of cars.
Jessica’s parents.
Her sister.
Her cousins.
People who had never once asked how I was doing after Frank died.
People enjoying the home I protected.
I walked toward the porch.
This time, Eric stepped outside before I reached the door.
“Mom.””
I stopped.
“What?””
He looked uncomfortable.
“We need to talk calmly.””
“I am calm.””
Behind him, Jessica appeared.
She gave me that same careful smile.
The one she used when pretending something cruel was reasonable.
“Linda, nobody is trying to hurt you.””
I looked at her.
“Then why am I the only person who was asked to leave?””
She opened her mouth.
Nothing came out.
Eric stepped in.
“We just think it makes sense for the cabin to become a family property.””
I stared at him.
“A family property?””
“Yes.””
“You mean your property.””
“No.””
“Then whose?””
Silence.
That was my answer.
Jessica moved closer.
“Your son has a growing family. This place could create memories for Mason.””
I looked at Eric.
“That’s what you told me when your father died.””
His face changed.
“I meant it.””
“Then why did you remove me from the family chat?””
His eyes moved away.
“Why did your wife have my spare key?””
No answer.
I took a step closer.
“Why did you let strangers sleep in the rooms your father built?””
“Mom, stop.””
“No. You stop.””
My voice surprised even me.
“You keep saying family. But family doesn’t hide plans from someone. Family doesn’t invite people into a home and tell the owner to find somewhere else.””
The porch became quiet.
Inside, someone turned down the music.
Everyone was listening.
Jessica’s father stepped toward the door.
“Maybe we should all calm down.””
I looked at him.
“This conversation has nothing to do with you.””
He frowned.
“It concerns my daughter.””
“No.””
I pointed toward the cabin.
“It concerns my husband’s home.””
Eric looked frustrated.
“Mom, why are you making this impossible?””
I smiled sadly.
“Because I finally stopped making it easy.””
That sentence silenced him.
Then Jessica reached into her purse.
She pulled out a folder.
My heart dropped.
“Eric told you about this?””
I looked at my son.
He looked guilty.
Jessica opened the folder.
“We already prepared everything.””
I didn’t touch it.
“Everything?””
“It’s just a transfer agreement.””
I laughed once.
A cold, quiet laugh.
“You prepared a transfer agreement for my house without asking me?””
“Linda, you’re emotional.””
“No.””
I looked at the folder.
“I’m awake.””
Eric stepped forward.
“Mom, please. Just look at it.””
I didn’t move.
Because at that exact moment, my phone buzzed again.
Another message from Thomas.
This time, there was an attachment.
A photo of a document.
And one sentence beneath it:
“Do not sign anything. Your son doesn’t know the second condition Frank added.””
I looked from my phone to Eric.
For the first time all weekend…
He looked afraid.
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And I knew whatever Frank had hidden wasn’t just about protecting the cabin.
It was about protecting me from my own family.
