My Daughter Snapped, “Please Step Back For Now!” So I Went To My Local Branch And Paused Every Card I Had Given Her. I Updated The Wedding Arrangements I Had Been Covering. The Next Morning, She Kept Calling. But Me? I Was Too BUSY TO ANSWER.

“It must be very expensive,” I murmured. But my words were lost in Emily’s manufactured enthusiasm as she kept swiping through photos as if she hadn’t heard me. Daniel nodded at each picture, making comments about the quality of the service, the exclusivity of the place, the importance of making a good impression.

“You only get married once, right?” he said, winking at me. “You have to do it right.”

It was then that I noticed Daniel had been observing my house with too much attention. His eyes lingered on the property deed I had left on the dining room table after reviewing some tax papers.

He casually walked over pretending to admire the family photos, but I saw his fingers brush against the document. “What a beautiful house, Mrs. Linda.

It must be worth a fortune in today’s market.”

“It’s my home,” I replied. And something in my tone must have alerted him because he quickly moved away, resuming his perfect son-in-law act. But I had seen that look, that silent appraisal of my assets.

It was the same look I had seen at the bank when I applied for a loan years ago. The look that calculates numbers and possibilities, not the one that appreciates memories and feelings. Emily approached me with that smile I now recognize as dangerous.

“Mom, I need to ask you a favor. Well, it’s not really a favor. It’s more of an investment in my happiness.”

Her words were carefully chosen, each one strategically placed to make me feel selfish if I refused.

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