When the Wind Settles
Language: en
Returning from my mother’s follow-up appointment, I found her belongings piled in the hallway. Dominic held a blueprint, directing housekeepers to repaint her room pastel pink for Becca’s livestreams. Spotting us, he barely glanced up. "Your mother seems fine. She should head home." I stood frozen. A month ago, she’d undergone grueling open-heart surgery, and recent postoperative infections required absolute rest. Besides, I’d co-funded this townhouse, and we’d agreed to reserve a bedroom for our parents. Before I could speak, my mother picked up her cracked guardian angel charm from the…