After My Husband Died, My MIL Donated All My Furniture While I Was in the Hospital – Karma Didn’t Just Knock, It Kicked the Door Down

And then a voicemail from Marjorie. Her voice was cheerful and brisk, like she was telling me about a sale at the grocery store:

“Sweetheart, don’t worry. I took care of things.

The house needed simplifying. You’ll thank me later.”

Something in her tone made my stomach drop. I replayed it twice, trying to make sense of the words.

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