And his warning that everyone would have a problem referred to the family argument that had happened shortly before Robert’s death.
Jake believed I might remember something about that night.
And suddenly, I did.
A few weeks before he died, Robert had sat beside my bed and said,
“Margaret, promise me you’ll never let our children decide where you’re going to live.”
At the time, I thought he was simply afraid of leaving me alone.
Now those words had an entirely different meaning.
Sarah began crying.
She confessed that David was in serious financial trouble. His company was nearly bankrupt, his debts were piling up, and he had convinced his sister that selling the house was their only solution.
“We thought you’d be better off in a care facility,” Sarah said.
I looked at her.
“Did either of you ever ask me what I wanted?”
She didn’t answer.
