After four years of no contact, my son, Brian, suddenly showed up on my doorstep with a lawyer, demanding that I leave my own house. It was a shock, to say the least. I had hoped that he had come to make amends, but that was not the case. Instead, he wanted to take my home, the one that my late husband had left me. I was heartbroken and confused. How could my own son do this to me?
Brian had changed in the four years since his father’s passing. He became distant and cold, taking whatever he could from his father’s belongings before disappearing without a word. I was consumed with grief and unable to stop him. The house that used to be my sanctuary now only reminded me of everything I had lost. But I accepted Brian’s absence as another loss and tried to move on.
Then, out of the blue, he showed up with a lawyer by his side. I was frozen with shock and disbelief. How could he do this to his own mother? But the lawyer, who I soon realized was my high school sweetheart, James, had a plan to turn things around. He had been hired by Brian, but he was there to help me.
