Gwen stood in the hallway, the house echoing around her. All the warmth of the past week curdled in her memory. Every small kindness now looked staged—rehearsed. Gwen sat back in the chair. Her body felt hollow. Her mind wouldn’t stop spinning.
She wanted to cry, scream, and throw things around but felt too numb to even do that. First she lost her husband and then to get duped and tricked into losing this home, all the memories they had built together was devastating.
She sat down on the edge of the bed, staring at nothing, stunned by how swiftly everything had been taken. She felt foolish for having trusted Elizabeth. There was nothing she could do about any of it. She finally let loose and let the tears flow. What Gwen didn’t know, however, was that her misery wasn’t going to last that long…….