“Somewhere along the way?”
Silence.
“Kristen?”
“Nothing.”
“I know this probably feels very fast.”
“Probably.”
“I hope one day you understand.”
I nearly laughed.
Instead, I asked,
“When is the wedding?”
Dad sounded stunned.
“You’re coming?”
“Of course.”
That was the moment I decided I would give them a wedding present.
I just hadn’t figured out what it would be.
Four days later, while sorting through Mom’s bedroom, my phone rang.
A woman introduced herself as a representative from a local cancer patient support organization.
“I’m calling regarding Cathy’s property.”
I straightened.
“My mother’s house?”
“Yes. She listed you as the family contact regarding her personal belongings before we begin preparing the residence.”
“Preparing it?”
There was a pause.
“Oh. I’m sorry. I assumed you already knew.”
I looked around Mom’s room.
Her glasses were still sitting beside the bed.
“What did my mother do?”
