Margaret Doyle — The House They Thought Was Theirs

I bought a small place near Lincoln Square with two bedrooms, sunlight in the kitchen, and enough space for a desk.

I chose every cabinet knob myself.

No one argued about the paint color.

No one told me that the money was theirs.

Paige helped me unpack.

She found Walter’s green ledger and placed it on the bookshelf.

“Are you going to keep that forever?”

“Probably.”