CHAPTER 6: THE CONFRONTATION
They showed up at noon.
I saw them from the kitchen window—Daniel's SUV pulling into the driveway, Ashley's sedan right behind it. They got out together, looking like they'd rehearsed this. Daniel in his expensive suit. Ashley in her designer sunglasses, her mouth set in a tight line.
I opened the door before they could knock.
"Mom," Daniel said, his voice soft and conciliatory. "Can we talk?"
"No."
"We just want to explain—"
"I don't want your explanations. I want you off my property."
Ashley stepped forward. "Mom, please. We're your children. You can't just shut us out like this."
"I can shut you out of everything. And I will."
Ashley's face flickered with something dark. "You don't have the right."
"I have every right. I have the house deed. I have the trust documents. I have everything your father left me. And I have a restraining order that says you can't come within five hundred feet of this house."
They both stared at me.
"You're lying," Daniel said.
"Am I?"
I pulled out my phone and showed them the email from the court.
They read it, and I watched the color drain from both their faces.
"Mom—" Daniel started.
"Leave. Now. Or I'll call the police."
"You can't do this to us," Ashley said, her voice rising. "We're your family. Dad would never—"
"Your father knew exactly what you were planning. He told me. He showed me everything." I stepped closer, and Ashley actually backed up. "He knew you were stealing from him, and he let you. He knew you were selling information, and he let you. Because he was building a case against you while he was dying."
"That's not true."
"It's completely true. I have the paperwork to prove it. Emails. Bank statements. Signed contracts. Everything you've done for the last three years."
Daniel's face was white. "Melissa said—"
"Melissa doesn't know what I know. She thinks she's controlling this. But your father was controlling it from the moment he found out."
Ashley started crying. Real tears, or maybe not. I couldn't tell anymore.
"Mom, please. We made mistakes. We were scared. Dad was dying, and we didn't know what to do. We thought—"
"You thought you'd take everything and leave me with nothing."
"No! We thought you'd be happier somewhere else. A nice place. With people who could take care of you."
"You mean a facility where they'd lock me away and you'd never have to deal with me again."
Ashley opened her mouth, then closed it.
"Get off my property," I said. "If you come back, I'll call the police. And if you try to contest the trust, I'll release everything I have to the media. Your embezzlement. The information you sold. All of it."
Daniel's face contorted. "You wouldn't."
"Watch me."
They stood there for a moment, frozen, not knowing what to do. Then Daniel grabbed Ashley's arm and pulled her back toward the cars.
"This isn't over," he shouted. "You can't just—"
"It's over," I said. "It's been over for a long time. You just didn't know it."
They got into their cars and drove away. I watched them go, and I felt nothing.
No anger. No sadness. No regret.
Just a vast, quiet emptiness where love used to be.
I went back inside and called Mary.
"They came," I said. "I made them leave."
"Good. Did you serve them with the restraining order?"
"I showed it to them."
"Even better. I'll make sure the police have a copy."
I hung up and sat down in the kitchen.
The house was silent except for the hum of the refrigerator and the ticking of the clock on the wall. I looked around at everything—the cabinets I'd painted myself, the floor Robert had retiled, the windows I'd opened on a thousand summer mornings.
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This was my house. My life. My future.
And it was going to be amazing.
