My heart felt full.
After the last guests left, I started gathering empty plates.
That’s when Mason spoke.
“Aunt Rachel, sit down.”
I looked up.
Both boys were standing near the dining table.
Suddenly serious.
Something in their expressions made me pause.
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
Noah smiled nervously.
“Nothing’s wrong.”
Mason nodded.
“We just need to tell you something.”
I sat down.
Honestly, I assumed they were about to thank me for raising them.
Maybe give me a sentimental speech.
I certainly wasn’t prepared for what happened next.
The Secret They Had Been Keeping
Mason reached into a folder resting on the table.
Then he slid several documents toward me.
I frowned.
“What is this?”
“Just read it,” Noah said.
Confused, I picked up the papers.
The first page contained legal documents.
The second showed property information.
The third showed ownership records.
I stared.
Then stared again.
Surely I was misunderstanding.
“What exactly am I looking at?” I asked.
Mason smiled.
“A house.”
I blinked.
“What?”
“A house,” Noah repeated.
“We bought you a house.”
For several seconds, I couldn’t process the words.
Then I laughed.
