My Stepmom Secretly Sold the Piano I Inherited from My Late Mom to ‘Get Rid of Every Memory’ – but Karma Hit Her Hard

Fast forward to spring break. I came back, bags in hand, excited for a break and maybe some normalcy.

I walked into the living room… and the piano was gone.

Not moved.

Not covered. GONE.

There was just this empty space, like a ghost. A faint outline in the carpet.

Dust where the pedals had been. I stood there staring like maybe it would reappear if I waited long enough.

“Dad?” I called out, heart pounding. “Where’s the piano?”

Tracy’s voice floated in from the kitchen.

“Oh, that old thing? I had it hauled away. It was falling apart.”

I blinked.

“What?”