“Mom, see? He wants to get his hands on our family’s property!”
I looked at Jake.
He didn’t try to defend himself.
Instead, he asked everyone to sit down in the living room.
Sarah refused.
That’s when Jake spoke a name.
“Linda Wilson.”
Sarah dropped her purse.
I remembered that name very well.
Linda had worked in our home for fifteen years. She was a quiet, shy woman who had practically become part of our family.
Then one day, she disappeared.
My husband told me she had moved to another state.
I believed him.
“What does Linda have to do with any of this?” I asked.
Jake sat down across from me.
“Margaret, I’m about to tell you something you should have heard eight years ago.”
He told me that Linda was his mother.
I froze.
Linda had never told me she had a son.