Ethan opened the leather folder slowly.<\/p>\n
\u201cActually, it is my concern,\u201d he said. \u201cI have questions about this property.\u201d<\/p>\n
He pulled out a document.<\/p>\n
\u201cGrandma, did you know the deed is still in your name?\u201d<\/p>\n
I froze.<\/p>\n
\u201cI thought we transferred it years ago.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt was never finalized,\u201d Ethan said. \u201cLegally, you still own this house.\u201d<\/p>\n
Melissa went pale.<\/p>\n
Brian stared at the paper. \u201cThat can’t be right.\u201d<\/p>\n
Ethan looked directly at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cGrandma has the right to decide where she lives. No one can force her to stay in that room.\u201d<\/p>\n
For the first time in years, I felt something I had almost forgotten\u2014hope.<\/p>\n
Brian stepped forward. \u201cWe’ll sort this out.\u201d<\/p>\n
Ethan didn’t move.<\/p>\n
\u201cIt is simple. You respect her wishes.\u201d<\/p>\n
Then he turned to me.<\/p>\n
\u201cGran, you deserve better. Whatever you decide, I’ll help you.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked toward the main house.<\/p>\n
\u201cI want to move back inside.\u201d<\/p>\n
Brian opened his mouth, but Ethan’s steady gaze stopped him.<\/p>\n
Melissa said nothing.<\/p>\n
Ethan smiled.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe’ll make it happen.\u201d<\/p>\n
For the first time in years, I realized I wasn’t alone anymore.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Ethan opened the leather folder slowly. \u201cActually, it is my concern,\u201d he said. \u201cI have questions about this property.\u201d He pulled out a document. \u201cGrandma, did you know the deed is still in your name?\u201d I froze. \u201cI thought we transferred it years ago.\u201d \u201cIt was never finalized,\u201d Ethan said. \u201cLegally, you still own this…<\/p>\n