My jaw dropped.
“What is this?”
“I bought it fifteen years ago.”
I stared at her.
“You own another house?”
She laughed.
“A tiny one.”
I looked at the paperwork.
The property wasn’t in her name.
It wasn’t even jointly owned.
The transfer papers had already been prepared.
My name appeared everywhere.
“Mom…”
She reached over and touched my cheek.
“I don’t have children of my own.”
I tried to interrupt.
