Mom called on Friday. “Sunday. Four o’clock. My house. We need a family meeting about your behavior. You’ve become cold since your husband passed.”
The words hit exactly where she aimed them. Daniel’s death was the worst thing that ever happened to me, and my mother was using it as a weapon.
“I’ll be there,” I said.
“Don’t bring Rosa. This is family business.”
I called Olivia. “Don’t discuss documents you haven’t verified,” she said. “Don’t sign anything. If it gets threatening, leave.”
I planned to go alone, but Emma insisted on coming.
“Mom, they keep talking about me like I’m a little kid who doesn’t get a say. I’m already in it.”
She was right.
Mom still lived in the brick ranch house where Sandra and I grew up. The living room still had the floral sofa we weren’t allowed to sit on in jeans. Family portraits lined the walls, and in nearly every one, I stood a little behind Sandra. I’d never noticed that before.
Sandra was on the couch. Britney lounged beside her, scrolling her phone. Mom sat in her favorite armchair with a folder on the coffee table in front of her.
Mom started with a long speech about sacrifice and loyalty. Then Sandra took over.
“You’ve been threatening to throw us out of our home.”
“I haven’t threatened anyone. I said the reduced rent needs to end. You work, Sandra. Britney is twenty-one. You’re both capable of paying for housing.”
Mom leaned forward. “Melanie, your father raised you to take care of family.”
“Dad also taught me not to take things that weren’t mine.”
Sandra pushed the folder across the table. “Mom says you promised us the house. We have it in writing.”
I didn’t touch it. “Olivia Price is reviewing every document related to that property.”
Sandra’s face changed. “Who’s Olivia Price?”
“My attorney.”
Britney finally looked up from her phone. “Wait. You got a lawyer?”
Mom slapped the arm of her chair. “We do not bring outsiders into family matters!”
I looked her in the eye. “Then family members shouldn’t forge documents.”
The room went silent. Sandra went pale, and Mom stared at me.
Britney sat up straight. “What documents?”
Nobody answered her. I realized right then that Britney might not know the whole story.
Mom stood up. “I think you should leave.”
“Gladly.”
At the door, she called after us. “Your husband understood the importance of helping Sandra. He’d be ashamed of you.”
I stopped and turned around.
“Daniel loved our daughter,” I said. “He would never have asked Emma to give up her future because Sandra wanted something. And don’t you ever use my dead husband to manipulate me again.”
Outside, Emma took my hand.
“Mom?” she said. “I’m proud of you.”
I nearly cried. It was the first time in years I’d stood up to my mother without immediately apologizing. I expected to feel terrible. Instead, I felt something unfamiliar. I felt free.
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