The thirty days passed quickly. Trevor and Amanda eventually signed a reasonable rental agreement, allowing them to remain in the house while they reorganized their finances. I refused to cover their personal expenses anymore. At first, they complained to relatives, claiming I had become greedy and controlling. But Nathan had carefully documented every transaction and legal arrangement. Their accusations eventually faded. Meanwhile, I moved into a beautiful cottage in Savannah, where mornings began with coffee on the porch and no arguments. One afternoon, Trevor called. His voice was unusually gentle. “Mom, could I visit you sometime? Just us?”
I hesitated, then answered, “Yes, Trevor. But come because you miss me, not because you need something.”
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