The Message That Arrived After My Mother Died
The day my mother died, I thought the hardest part would be the funeral.
I was wrong.
After everyone left, I stayed alone in her house. It was almost 2 a.m., rain tapping against the windows. I sat in her bedroom, going through her old things, just trying to feel close to her.
Then...
My phone lit up.
A message from an unknown number.
I opened it.
“If you want to know why your mother died, don’t trust anyone in the family.”
I froze.
I thought it was some cruel prank.
I replied:
“Who are you?”
A few seconds passed.
Then the answer came:
