Ethan’s demeanor was calm, but there was a simmering intensity beneath the surface that even Brian seemed to notice now. I could see the flicker of unease in my son’s eyes as Ethan opened the leather folder with deliberate slowness. “Actually, it is my concern,” Ethan replied, his voice steady and unwavering.
“Because I have a few questions about this property.”
Brian’s eyes narrowed. “You’re not a part of this.”
Ethan ignored him, pulling out a document from the folder. “I had a look at the deed on my way here.
Grandma, did you know the property is still under your name?”
My breath caught. “No, I thought—I thought we transferred it… years ago.”
Ethan shook his head. “It was never finalized.
Legally, Grandma, you still own this place.”
Melissa’s face turned a shade paler, and Brian’s bravado began to crumble. “That can’t be right,” he said, his voice faltering for the first time. Ethan cast a glance at his father, then turned his focus back to me.
“You have the right to decide where you want to live, Gran. And no one can make you stay in a place you don’t want to be.”
For the first time in years, I felt the smallest glimmer of hope—a tiny flame that Ethan had somehow rekindled with a few words and a piece of paper. I had resigned myself to this cramped room, thinking I had no choice, but now the possibilities flickered before me like an open door to an unknown future.
Brian took a step forward, trying to regain control. “We’ll sort this out. It’s not as simple as you think.”
Ethan met his gaze, unwavering.
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