Margaret Doyle — The House They Thought Was Theirs

Beverly stared at me.

“You’re doing this because you hate me.”

I considered lying.

Instead I said, “I’ve been angry with you for years.

But anger is not why I sold the condo.”

“Then why?”

“Because I’m fifty-one.

Because I need savings, a home of my own, and freedom to make choices without being told I am an inconvenience.