PART 3
For one second, hope crossed Daniel’s face.
Then it vanished.
A husband who loved his wife would have been proud that she owned a paid-off home.
Daniel looked terrified.
That told me everything.
His eyes shifted toward his mother. Mother-daughterjewelry
Hers shifted back.
It lasted less than a second, but it was enough.
“What aren’t you telling me?” I asked.
“Nothing,” Daniel said.
I walked upstairs.
My bedroom door was open.
On the bed sat my small black suitcase, half packed.
My clothes were folded inside.
My jewelry box was tucked into the side pocket.
I opened the nightstand drawer.
My passport was gone.
Daniel appeared in the doorway behind me.
“What is this?” I asked.
He said nothing.
“Daniel.”
His throat moved.
“We weren’t going to do it right away.”
“Do what?”
He looked at the floor.
Norma appeared behind him.
Daniel whispered, “We thought if you moved out for a while, you might agree to put your house in both our names before coming back.”
The silence was absolute.
There was no explanation that could make that sentence harmless.
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