My heart pounded as my son shifted uncomfortably beside his wife.
“We lied about what?” I asked, my voice calm but firm.
His wife crossed her arms. “We never needed the space for a family. We just wanted the house to ourselves. My mother needs a place now.”
Air left my lungs. My own son had let me believe I was helping them build a future.
I turned to him. “Is this true?”
He looked away. “Mom, we thought it was time for you to downsize.”
Downsize.
I clenched my hands. “I didn’t leave my home so you could bring someone else in.”
She shrugged. “Well, it’s our house now.”
That hurt more than I expected.
