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\nI had just returned to Springfield after four years working at a metalworking shop in Yellowknife.
\nNo one knew I was coming back. The plant had temporarily shut down after a minor fire, and I decided to use those few weeks to surprise my family.
\nFor four years, I had endured twelve-hour shifts, twenty-degree-below-zero winters, and reheated meals.
\nEvery month, I sent between two thousand and twenty-five hundred dollars to my mother, Margaret\u2019s, bank account.
\nThe money was supposed to be used to build a house, secure our future, and take care of Gwen, my wife.
\nIn total, I had sent more than one hundred thousand dollars.
\nWhen I arrived, I found a two-story house with a gold-colored gate, a brand-new pickup truck, and furniture that looked like it belonged in a magazine.
\nI felt proud until I saw Gwen standing beside the washbasin. She was so thin that her clothes hung from her body as if they were draped over a skeleton.
\nShe was wearing a wool hat even though it wasn\u2019t cold.
\nWhen she recognized me, she didn\u2019t run into my arms. Instead, she shrank against the wall and covered her head with both hands.
\nI pulled off her hat. She had no hair. Her scalp was covered with small cuts, as though someone had carelessly run a razor over it.
\nMy mother came outside wearing a silk outfit, gold bracelets, and a thick necklace.
\nBehind her came my sister Paige, carrying a new phone and a designer handbag, with so many rings on her fingers that she could barely close her hands.
\n\u201cDon\u2019t make a scene, Gavin,\u201d my mother said. \u201cGwen used cheap chemicals and her hair fell out. Besides, she became obsessed with losing weight.\u201d
\n\u201cShe\u2019s crazy,\u201d Paige added. \u201cShe lives off your money and still wants attention.\u201d
\nThen I noticed a medical bandage beneath Gwen\u2019s sleeve and a yellowish br:uise where an IV had been inserted.
\nI wanted to demand answers, but I realized that the house, the bank accounts, and almost everything else were in their names.
\nIf I confronted them without evidence, they could hide the money and blame everything on Gwen.
\nSo I lied.
\n\u201cI came back because the company is giving me a compensation package and shares worth nearly four hundred thousand dollars. I just need to prove that I have properties and investments in my name here.\u201d
\nTheir expressions changed instantly.
\nMy mother grabbed my arm.
\nPaige immediately started talking about a new truck, a spa, and a trip to Miami.
\nThat night, in the damp little room they had given Gwen, she finally told me the truth.
\nShe unbuttoned her blouse and showed me a biopsy scar.
\n\u201cI have br:ea:st can:cer,\u201d she whispered. \u201cThey found the tu:mor five months ago.\u201d
\nShe had asked my mother for three hundred dollars to see a doctor.
\nMy mother refused, accused her of making up illnesses to steal my money, and forbade her from telling me anything.
\nPaige monitored her phone calls.
\nWith no money, Gwen had cut off her long hair and sold it for one hundred and fifty dollars to pay for transportation and the biopsy.
\nWhile my mother and sister were showing off their new jewelry, my wife had sold her hair just to find out whether she was going to di:e.
\nI hugged her and asked her to hold on for just a few more days.
\nThen I turned off the light, stared at the ceiling above the room where my mother and sister were sleeping comfortably, and made a decision.
\nThey had no idea what was about to happen next\u2026
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\nThe very next morning, I began acting like the most heartless husband in the world.
\nIn front of Margaret and Paige, I pretended to be thoroughly ashamed of Gwen\u2019s physical appearance.
\nI openly criticized her looks, ordered her back into the kitchen, and declared that once I received the four hundred thousand dollars, I would strongly consider getting a divorce.
\nEvery single word burned my soul to utter, but my performance worked perfectly because they completely stopped guarding their actions around me.
\nThat afternoon, my mother accidentally left her unlocked phone sitting on top of the refrigerator. I tried using Paige\u2019s birthdate as a passcode, and the home screen instantly unlocked.
\nI discovered investment accounts totaling seventy thousand dollars, record transfers used to purchase my sister\u2019s new truck, and heavy mortgage payments made just days after each of my wire transfers.
\nI took clear photographs of every single document on the screen.
\nI also found text messages where Paige begged for money to buy designer clothes, expensive dinners, and truck payments, to which my mother routinely replied, \u201cDo not worry at all dear, your brother will deposit more money on Friday.\u201d
\nFor them, my grueling labor was no longer just helpful support, but an endless source of free cash that they believed they fully controlled.
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