04/04/2025
AFTER MY SON'S DEATH, MY DIL PACKED MY THINGS AND TOLD ME TO LEAVE MY OWN HOME
When my son Daniel passed away in a car accident,my DIL Grace showed up unannounced. Her expression was cold, her tone clipped. Without a word, she walked into my bedroom and started yanking clothes from my closet, tossing them onto the bed.
"What are you doing?" I asked, panic rising in my chest.
"You need to pack," she said flatly. "You're leaving. And your dog too."
My heart sank. "This is my home! What do you mean?"
"It's my house now," she snapped. "I've arranged for you to move into a care facility."
Grace packed with robotic efficiency, ignoring my protests and tears. Within an hour, my things were in her car, and I was being driven away from the home I'd raised Daniel in.
As we drove past a forest, a chilling thought hit me: Grace's plan might be worse than I'd imagined.
