My son never came to pick me up from the hospital. In pain, I took a taxi home only to find the locks changed and a note saying, “Don’t come back. We don’t want a burden.” I didn’t cry or beg. My late husband left me one last secret… and now I’m ready to use it to change everything.
I never imagined that the day I was released from the hospital would become the moment my life split into a “before” and an “after.” That Monday, standing at the building’s entrance with my arm wrapped in bandages and my ribs still throbbing from the accident, I checked my phone for what must have been…