But I didn’t sleep that night.
I sat in the kitchen, my hands resting on the oak table that Richard had built with his own hands. On the wall, our wedding photo seemed to watch me. I knew. Deep down, I knew he would never have signed something like that. The orchard was his soul. Ours.
The next day, Darren offered to take me to the doctor. “Let’s check your blood pressure, Mom. It’s better to be sure you’re okay.”
I got into the car, and Samantha stayed home “to sort through documents.” Instead of heading to the office, I realized we were moving away from the city. The road was becoming increasingly deserted. When I saw the familiar forest from my childhood, I shivered.
Darren pulled over.
— This is where you get out, he said curtly.
I blinked.
— What?
— It’s for your own good. You’re not yourself anymore. Dreams, stubbornness, pointless insistence… You have to accept the change.
I unbuckled my seatbelt. My hands were trembling.
— You want to leave me here?
— We’ll take care of everything. We’ll arrange things. You’ll receive a generous amount monthly. Just… disappear.
I looked at him. He was not the son I had raised. He was a stranger in a suit, blinded by money.
I got out of the car without saying a word. He turned abruptly and disappeared in a cloud of dust.
I walked slowly along the roadside. But I didn’t head towards the city. I cut through the forest, knowing every path, until I reached an old hunting cabin that Richard had left untouched. I had old documents there, copies of the will, and his notebook.
I found what I was looking for: the authentic will, handwritten, with witnesses — the notary from the village and Father Luca.
That evening, I called the family lawyer and convened an emergency meeting.
When Darren and Samantha arrived, they found me in the living room, with files in front of me, the lawyer beside me, and a notary present.
— What is this? Samantha mumbled.
— Justice, I said.
In two weeks, their fake will was invalidated in court. They were evicted from the property. And me?
I resumed my life. I hired young people from the community, replanted new rows of apple trees, and transformed the big house into a rural guesthouse. Students from schools came to learn about agriculture. The orchards flourished again.
And one Sunday, in church, Father Luca said: “No family breaks apart all at once. It breaks when we forget to love each other.”
But I hadn’t forgotten. I chose to love the truth, even when my loved ones turned their backs on me.
That saved me. That gave me everything back.
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