Each step is like a station of the cross. All of my memories of this place once so comforting, so joyful are tainted now.
Everywhere I look, I see the shadows of his dark side. A family photo, full of smiles and joy, now strikes me simply as proof of the manipulation and dishonesty that went on for so long.
We will all be out of this place within three days, fewer if possible. We have to pack as much as we can, because we will never let our mother live alone in this house again.
My parents thought that this would be the perfect haven for their retirement. It had pale-blue shutters, a sheltered garden... For my son, my husband and I, it was our happy place.
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