I simply stared at her.
Our son had actually said those words.
Ethan was thirty-two years old.
He was our only son, and for most of his life, Linda and I had done everything we could to give him opportunities we never had.
He was married to Ashley, a woman who rarely lifted a finger to help whenever she visited our house.
Yet somehow, she always had plenty of suggestions about how the property should be remodeled after Linda and I were no longer around.
I walked over to the
