An Ambulance Took My Mother to the Hospital—When I Returned for Her Medical Folder, I Found My Mother-in-Law Moving Into Her Apartment

“What are you doing in my bedroom?”

Silence.

I did not narrate.

Did not make a speech.

It was my mother’s home.

She deserved her own conversation.

Ophelia attempted:

“Raul said it would be useful if somebody watched the place.”