When I returned, everything appeared untouched. But two days later, the doorbell rang. My in-laws stood outside, suitcases in hand, looking confused. Behind them, a moving truck was waiting.
My father stepped out, calm and composed, holding a folder. “Thank you for helping me pack,” he said. “I’ve sold the house. The new owners move in tomorrow. I’ve already settled into a wonderful senior community. And since you seemed so fond of this place, I listed you as the first reference for the new tenants.”
