Alice finds herself in an unexpected conflict when Jason’s estranged parents arrive and demand the house he left behind. Determined and grieving, she consents to take their claim into consideration—but only if they can provide an answer to the one question that plagued Jason right up until his dying days.
For Jason and me, that turning point in our lives occurred when we were seventeen years old. I will never forget the day he arrived at my door with a broken heart and only a backpack, his eyes stained with tears.
Without even providing a valid explanation, his parents had thrown him out like he was nothing. With a single glance at him, my mother knew without hesitation. He became a member of our family that day.
Through all of the difficult high school years and the strain of college, we relied on one another. Since people are complex and I enjoy deciphering them, I decided to pursue a career in human resources. Jason? He was a computer whiz who could always figure out what I couldn’t.
As a team, we properly balanced one another. Then, four years ago, life dealt us the most devastating blow conceivable.
Bone cancer was the diagnosis made for Jason. It seemed as though the cosmos had decided it was time to level the playing field since we had experienced too many prosperous years.
Even so, we remained resilient. I kept us running, took on more work, and took care of the mortgage on the house Jason had purchased.
In his quiet, unyielding manner, Jason clung to the hope that perhaps his parents might change their minds. However, they didn’t.
Just one month had passed after Jason’s funeral, and I was still reeling from the loss when his family called. They were standing on my porch as if they had every right to be there, the same individuals who had deserted him when he most needed them.
Uncertain of what to anticipate, I recall opening the door with my heart in my throat. But this was definitely not what I was anticipating.
Jason’s mother, Susan, gave me a fakely nice look that made my skin crawl.
With a tone full of dishonesty, she said, “Alice, dear,” “we were so sorry to hear about Jason. Living here alone must be really tough for you.
Unconfident in my ability to talk, I nodded. How was I going to respond to her? She didn’t support Jason. She had never been.
His father, Charles, wasted no time. He stated, “We need to talk about the house,” in a chilly, businesslike tone. “Jason was our son, and this house should be ours now.”
The remarks were like a kick to the stomach. What I was hearing was unbelievable. “‘Yours’—what do you mean? I have been making mortgage payments on the house that Jason purchased. It’s in my name.
At that point, their attorney, who had been observing from a distance like a silent executioner, made the decision to speak up.
“Legally speaking,” he said in a silky, well-practiced voice, “his parents have a legitimate claim to the property as Jason’s next of kin. The immediate family is typically favored by the law in the absence of a will.
“After all this time, do you really think you can just walk in here and take his house? You desire what was his, yet you didn’t give a damn about him when he was alive.”
Susan’s expression tightened, the façade somewhat crumbling. “We are his family, Alice. Water is not as thick as blood. Jason would have preferred that we keep this residence in the family.
Even though I could feel my rage building, I made myself maintain my composure.
“After he became ill more than a year ago, Jason transferred ownership of this house to me. Since we were aware that this could occur, we ensured that everything was lawful. Here, you have no claim. I’ll give you the money I paid Jason plus the four years’ worth of mortgage payments if you want this house.”
Charles moved forward and spoke in a menacingly low voice. “You self-centered little one, you know we can’t afford that. Jason would have wanted us to own this house. We will take over the mortgage payments after you transfer the mortgage to our name. My best offer is that. We’ll take you to court if necessary.”
I refused to back down and looked him in the eye. “Charles, you do what you must. However, there is something you should be aware of before you storm into court.
A glimmer of doubt flickered over their faces as they all paused. Excellent. Give them a small portion of the terror that they had instilled in Jason years before.
I turned and went to the living room sideboard, where I opened a drawer that had been all too familiar in the previous month. There was only one envelope inside, wrinkled and battered from repeated handling.
I supported it, the simple weight nearly crushing.
“This is what Jason left for you,” I murmured, turning to face them again. This is his last letter.
Something I couldn’t quite identify—hope, greed, desperation, or perhaps all three—lit up Susan’s eyes. “A letter?” she said in a shaky voice. “What does it say?”
I gave her the envelope and watched as she accepted it, her fingers quivering a little. “Why don’t you read it and find out?”
After a moment of hesitation, she carefully opened the package and took out the one piece of paper that was inside.
Charles and Mark, Jason’s brother, leaned in as she started reading, their faces a mixture of dark and eager.
However, that hope quickly faded and was replaced by harsh, icy rage. They were surprised by Jason’s letter.
Jason had written, “I apologize for not being the son you had hoped me to be.” However, I’ve come to forgive you for the suffering you brought about, and I hope you will be able to forgive yourselves someday. I’ve accepted things as they are, even if I wish they could have been otherwise.
As they finished reading, the room fell silent, the weight of Jason’s words weighing heavily on everyone. There was silence for a minute. They simply stood there and gazed at the letter as if it were a horrible joke.
Susan looked up at last, her expression contorted with what was probably disappointment but may have been grief.
She said, “This… this isn’t what we expected,” in a flat voice.
The sour grimace that pulled at my lips was unavoidable.
“Well, I guess it’s not. You came here with the idea that you could take something from me and claim what wasn’t yours, somehow making up for the years you missed with him. However, Jason only offered you his forgiveness. And to be honest, you don’t deserve that much.”
Charles’s rage was evident as he tightened his hands. “Don’t you think you’re so morally upright? Acting as though you were the only person who ever gave a damn about him while sitting in his home.”
I steadied myself by taking a big breath.
I had been anticipating and dreading this moment in equal measure.
“I don’t believe I’m righteous, Charles. However, I am aware that I supported Jason throughout your absence. I was the one who made sure he had a place to stay when you sent him out and who held his hand when he was afraid. Additionally, you’ll need to offer me an honest response—something you’ve never provided Jason—if you wish to take this house from me.”
The seriousness of what I said temporarily subdued their rage as they all looked at me.
“What made you break up contact with your own son? Why did you disregard his efforts to make amends? I’ll give your request some thought if you can respond to those questions truthfully, without fabrications or justifications. However, you have no claim to anything he left behind if you are unable to.
The ensuing quiet was oppressive and dense. Their attorney shuffled uneasily, looking at them as if he wished he were somewhere else.
While Charles appeared to be trying to find the perfect words, his mouth opening and closing as though the truth were lodged deep inside him, Susan’s eyes darted around the room, looking everywhere but at me.
The hush was finally broken by Susan, who spoke in a whisper. “We were… Since he refused to comply with our requests, we decided it would be best for him to live apart from us.
Without any genuine regret, her words lingered in the air, empty and lifeless.
They were also aware of it. I saw it in their faces as they came to terms with the fact that there was no defense for what they had done, no way to make up for the hurt they had caused their kid.
A melancholy smile tugged at my lips as I shook my head. “That is insufficient. It will never be sufficient.
Seeing the pointlessness of their predicament, the lawyer cleared his throat and moved on. “Mr. and Mrs. Miller, I believe it would be best if we left. Nothing more needs to be done in this situation.
For the first time, I noticed something other than rage or entitlement in their eyes as they glanced at him and then back at me. It was a loss. unadulterated and straightforward.
Their footsteps reverberated in the silent hallway as they turned and left the house without saying another word. The weight of what had just happened settled over me like a blanket as I followed them to the door and watched them get into their car and drive out.
I experienced a strange mixture of relief and sadness as I shut the door behind them, leaving me feeling both full and empty at the same time.
Even though Jason was no longer among us, I had ultimately shielded his legacy and memory from those who didn’t deserve it. And that was something, at least.
I let out a last sigh and secured the door, the sound of the deadbolt gliding into position a silent confirmation of all I had battled for. No, it was our house, not mine. And for as long as I lived, I would keep Jason’s memory alive inside these walls and in my heart.
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