Pretending To Be In A Tight Spot, I Asked For One Safe Night Indoors. My Well-Off Kids Said It Wouldn’t Work. Only My Youngest Son, A Teacher, Took Me In, Ready To Sell His Wedding Ring To Cover Groceries. Next Morning, My Lawyer Arrived With A $100m Check, And Their Expressions Changed…

Sandra and Donald perched on the edge of the couch like they were in a waiting room, not their family home. “Mom, we’re worried about you,” Sandra began, her voice taking on that patronizing tone she’d perfected over the years. “Living alone in this big house, managing all your finances.

It’s a lot for someone your age.”

“I’m 72, not 92,” I replied, settling into my favorite armchair. “and I’ve been managing my finances since before you were born.”

Donald leaned forward, his expression serious. “We know, Annie, but with your health situation, maybe it’s time to think about making some changes.”

My blood chilled.

They knew about the cancer. I’d been so careful, going to appointments alone, using my maiden name at the oncology office to avoid any chance of them finding out through their insurance connections. But somehow they discovered my secret.

“What exactly are you suggesting?” I asked, my voice steady despite the racing of my heart. Sandra and Donald exchanged a look. The kind of silent communication that comes from planning a conversation in advance.

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