The Return of My Son—and an Unexpected Ally
After four years of silence, my son, Brian, showed up at my doorstep—not to apologize, but with a lawyer, demanding I leave my own house. What he didn’t realize was that his lawyer, my old high school sweetheart, had a plan that would change everything in ways Brian never expected.
When Brian vanished after his father’s death, he took what he wanted—his father’s car, money, and watches—without a word. The kind boy I once knew was gone, leaving me alone to grieve.
Brian had always been different before his father passed. We both struggled with the loss, but instead of growing closer, he became distant and cold. After he left, I accepted that the son I knew was gone and focused on moving forward in the home that had become my sanctuary.
Yesterday, Brian returned with a lawyer by his side. I hoped he had come to make amends, but my heart sank when he said, “You need to leave this house by tomorrow, or we’re taking this to court.”
I couldn’t believe it—my own son was suing me for the house where I had built my life with his father. I looked to the lawyer, hoping for an explanation, but his face told me something different. As I stared at him, I realized why he seemed so familiar.
“James?” I asked, my voice trembling.
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