I Decided to Go Along With Them
I could have refused.
I could have called an attorney.
I could have demanded answers.
But something inside me said, Go.
Not because I agreed.
Because I wanted to see how far they were willing to go.
So I picked up my handbag.
"Fine."
My son looked relieved.
"Thank you."
I almost smiled.
He thought he'd won.
He had no idea I had already begun thinking several steps ahead.
We got into the SUV.
My daughter sat in the passenger seat.
I sat in the back.
As we drove away from the house, I looked through the window at the place where I'd spent most of my adult life.
I wondered whether I would ever see it again.
Then my son turned onto a road I didn't recognize.
We weren't going toward town.
We weren't heading toward any senior community.
We were driving farther and farther away from everything familiar.
My stomach tightened.
"Where are we going?"
My son didn't answer immediately.
Then he said, "You'll see."
