thought I had lost my mind.
His children were even less kind.
“Do you really think you’re going to keep this house?”, her daughter Rebecca whispered to me after the wedding. “You won’t receive anything.”
Richard listened to her.
He just smiled and said:
“You will receive exactly what you deserve.”
I pretended those words didn’t bother me.
And for a while, I told myself that I didn’t care what anyone thought.
Because the truth was that I liked comfort.
I liked to wake up without wondering if the electricity bill was paid.
I liked to buy food without first looking at my bank account.
I liked the warm house, the quiet mornings, and the feeling that, for once in my life, I wasn’t a bad week away from losing everything.
But Richard was nice to me.
Kinder than I had expected.
He remembered how he drank coffee. She realized
