I was on my way to church when I realized I’d forgotten my hearing aid and turned back. That’s when I heard my daughter-in-law arguing loudly with my son. “Tonight, this ends,” she said. I moved closer to listen—and what I heard next made me leave immediately, shaken.
The morning sun slipped through my lace curtains, painting soft patterns across the hardwood floor I had walked for forty-two years. At sixty-seven, I had learned to treasure these rituals—the creak of the third stair, the mockingbirds bickering in the magnolia tree, the slow, steady breath of a house that knew me. My name is … Read more