My Mother Left Me Her House, but Only If I Let My Brother Move in – on Christmas Morning, Everything Finally Made Sense

The next lines felt like a plea.

“Please, my kids deserve peace. Please find your way back to each other. You should have been a family all along.”

The letter ended simply.

I stared at the paper.

All those years.

All that rage. All that certainty.

And I had been wrong.

I walked into the kitchen with the letter in my hand.

Quentin was rinsing mugs. When he saw me, he froze.

“Did you know she was going to do this?” I asked.

He turned off the water, shoulders sagging.

“She said she might,” he said quietly.

“I begged her not to.”

“Is it true?” My voice cracked. “All of it?”

He didn’t answer right away.

Then he nodded once.

“Yeah,” he said. “It’s true.”

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