My Stepfather Forced My Mom to Clean and Shovel Snow with a Broken Leg – So I Taught Him a Harsh Lesson!

I called her often, and she would tell me about Dennis’s fishing trips, their plans to see fall colors, or neighborhood drama. Her voice sounded steady, she laughed, she sounded like herself.

Then something changed—not suddenly, but in small glitches: hesitation in her tone, quick answers that felt rehearsed.

Whenever I asked if she was okay, she’d say, “I’m fine,” instantly, like she’d practiced it in the mirror. And the faster she said it, the less I believed her.

One Sunday morning, I called her as usual.

“Hi, Mom. You sound tired.”
“Oh, I’m fine,” she said too quickly. “Just a lot of work lately.”

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