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Linda. Emily told me you love the company,” but I had never said that. In fact, I was beginning to value my moments of solitude more and more, especially when he wasn’t there evaluating my belongings with that calculating gaze.
“You know, Mrs. Linda,” he said to me one afternoon while checking his phone on my couch. “Emily and I have been thinking about the future.
His words sounded casual, but there was something premeditated in the way he said them, as if he had been rehearsing this moment. “This house is perfect for a young family. It has a lot of space, a good neighborhood, and it’s in excellent condition.”
“It’s my home,” I replied.
But he continued as if he hadn’t heard me. “Of course, of course. But think about it.
You all alone in this big house. It must be a lot of work to maintain. You must feel very lonely sometimes.”
I didn’t feel lonely until he started showing up, constantly filling my space with his invasive presence and unsolicited plans.
“We could make an arrangement that benefits everyone. You could move into a comfortable apartment, easier to maintain, and we could stay here taking care of the place.”
The following week, Emily came with a proposal that left me speechless. “Mom, Daniel and I have been reviewing our finances, and I think it would be a good idea for you to add me as a co-owner on your bank accounts, just in case, you know, for emergencies.”
Her voice sounded sweet, but there was an underlying insistence that made me feel like I was being lulled into a trap.
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