Michelle trusted her sons. So when they handed her nursing home paperwork, she signed without reading—until she realized what she’d just agreed to.
“You’re selling my house?” she gasped.
Simon patted her shoulder. “Mom, be reasonable. You can’t live alone.”
What he didn’t say was that the money would fund his wife’s new diamond necklace.
Heartbroken, Michelle moved into the nursing home, where she spent her days staring at the ceiling, wondering how her own children could abandon her.
Then her grandson, Brad, returned from New York.
“Where’s Grandma?” he asked at dinner.
Silence.
When he found out the truth, he stormed out, drove to the nursing home, and made a vow: “I’m bringing you home.”
He tracked down the new owner and paid a fortune to buy back the house. When he led Michelle inside, she burst into tears. Everything was exactly as she’d left it—her husband’s photos, her favorite chair, the memories she thought were gone forever.
Simon and Kevin later apologized, but Michelle’s smile had faded when she looked at them. Some wounds never fully heal.
As for Brad? He moved in with her, becoming her protector. Because family isn’t about blood—it’s about who shows up when it matters most.
