My Sons New Wife Forced My Injured Granddaughter to Watch Her Twins While She Went Out, That Was the Last Straw!

That’s when something in me snapped.

I didn’t call Lydia. I didn’t warn Scott.

I grabbed my keys and headed to the house I once owned—the house I’d given Scott and his first wife to start their life. I still had a key. I knew every inch of it.

I went straight to the storage room.

In the back corner were four sturdy suitcases with combination locks. I had bought them decades ago for a trip that never happened. Life had other plans, but the suitcases were still solid.

Perfect.

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