“Mom, Starting Next Month, We’ll Transfer All Your Money To My Account.” My Son Said That, And I Just Smiled. That Night, As Always, He Came With His Wife For A Free Dinner.

He came expecting me to have dinner ready, expecting the table to be set, expecting there to be hot, free food, as there had been every Friday for the past 3 years. I heard them arrive. I heard their footsteps at the front door.

I heard the key I had given him turning in the lock. I heard the door open. And then I heard the scream.

It was a high-pitched, desperate scream. The scream of someone who has just seen something they didn’t expect to see. The scream of someone who just realized that things weren’t going to be the way they thought.

I stayed seated in my chair in the empty kitchen in the empty house, listening to that scream echo against the walls. I didn’t move. I didn’t go to see what was happening.

I already knew what was happening. Lawrence came running into the kitchen. His face was pale, his eyes wide.

His wife came in behind him with the same expression of shock and disbelief. “Mom!” Lawrence yelled. “Mom, what did you do?

Where is everything? Where’s the furniture? Where’s the TV?

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