Alice was caught off guard when her parents, who had become estranged, demanded the house that Jason had left behind. Heartbroken and resolute, she consented to examine their claim—but only provided they could provide a solution to the one question that plagued Jason in his last moments.
There are times in life when everything changes, and for Jason and myself, that was when we were just 17 years old. I will never forget the day he showed up at my door, heartbroken and only carrying a backpack, his eyes stained from tears. His parents had abandoned him as if he were unimportant and had not even given a good explanation. My mother knew as soon as she took one glance at him. He joined our family the day after that.
We supported one another over the challenging high school years and the demanding college years. I chose to work in HR because I enjoyed deciphering people, even though they are complex. Jason? He was an expert with computers and could always figure out problems that I couldn’t. We were a well-balanced team. However, life dealt us the greatest blow conceivable four years ago.
Bone cancer has been diagnosed in Jason. We had too many wonderful years, so it seemed like the cosmos was trying to even the odds. But we didn’t give up even then. I kept us going, worked additional hours, and paid the mortgage on the house Jason had purchased. In his quiet, unyielding way, Jason clung to the hope that his parents would change. However, they never did.
Just about a month had passed since Jason’s funeral, and I was still engulfed in sorrow when his relatives called. Now here they were, at my doorstep, behaving as though they had every right to be there—the same people who had deserted him just when he needed them most. I recall opening the door with a knot in my stomach, unsure of what to anticipate, but definitely not anticipating this.
Jason’s mother Susan gave me an artificially sweet look that made my skin crawl. “Alice, dear, we were so sorry to hear about Jason,” she said in an insincere tone. You must find living here by yourself quite challenging. I nodded, not believing I could talk. How could I say anything to her? She never had been here for Jason; she was not here now.
His father, Charles, wasted little time. In a chilly, businesslike tone, he stated, “We need to talk about the house.” “This house should be ours now; Jason was our son.” The words felt like a kick to the stomach. I was hearing things that I couldn’t believe.
“What is meant by ‘yours’?” Jason purchased this home, and I have been making mortgage payments. I am the owner of it.
Their attorney, who had been observing from the sidelines like a silent executioner, then spoke out. “Strictly speaking,” he said, his tone polished and natural, “Jason’s parents have a legitimate claim to the property as they are his next of kin.” The law typically supports the immediate family in the absence of a will.
“Do you really believe that after all this time, you can just walk in here and take his house? You wanted what was his, even if you showed little concern for him while he was alive. Susan’s expression grew sterner, her mask loosening slightly.
We are his family, Alice. Water is not as thick as blood. Jason would have preferred that we retain this house within the family.
Even though I could feel my rage building, I forced myself to remain composed. “After he became ill more than a year ago, Jason transferred ownership of this house to me. We ensured that everything was lawful because we anticipated this happening. Here, you have nothing to claim. I’ll pay you the same amount that I paid Jason plus the four years’ worth of mortgage payments if you want this house.
With a menacing tone in his voice, Charles moved forward. “You little selfish one, you know we can’t afford that.” He ended the conversation. “I’m sure Jason would have preferred for us to own this place. We will take over the mortgage payments once you transfer the mortgage into our name. My best offer is that. If necessary, we’ll battle you in court.
I stared him down, not giving up. Charles, do what needs to be done. But there’s something you should know before you charge into court.
With a flash of uncertainty crossing their faces, they all froze. Alright. Allow them to experience a small amount of the terror they had instilled in Jason years prior. I turned and moved to the living room sideboard, pulling open a drawer that over the past month had grown all too familiar. There was just one envelope inside, all wrinkled and worn from handling so many times. I raised it up, its simple weight nearly crushing me.
“This is what Jason left for you,” I added, turning to face them. This is his farewell letter.
Something, I couldn’t quite put my finger on it—hope, greed, desperation, maybe all three—lit up Susan’s eyes. “A missive?” she questioned, her voice faltering. “What is said there?”
I gave her the envelope and saw her fingers quiver a little as she accepted it. “Why don’t you read it to learn more?” After a moment of hesitation, she cautiously opened the envelope and took out the one piece of paper inside.
Charles and Jason’s brother Mark leaned in as she started to read, their faces displaying a mixture of apprehension and something sinister. However, the hope in their eyes quickly faded and was replaced by a hard, icy anger. Their expectations weren’t met by Jason’s letter.
Jason had written, “I apologize for not being the son you had hoped for me to be. But I’ve come to forgive you for the hurt you brought about, and hopefully you will be able to forgive yourselves as well. Although I wish things had turned out differently, I’m content with the situation as it is.
As they concluded reading, the room became quiet, leaving Jason’s words lingering in the air. Nobody said anything for a while. Staring at the message as if it were some horrible joke, they simply stood there. When Susan finally looked up, her expression was distorted, looking more like disappointment than mourning.
“This isn’t what we expected,” she replied, sounding flat in her voice.
The sour smirk that was pulling at my lips was unavoidable. “Well, I guess it’s not. You came here with the idea that you could take something from me and use it to make up for the years you missed with him. But the only thing Jason left for you was his pardon. To be honest, you don’t deserve that much.
Charles’s rage was evident as he balled his fists. “Don’t you think you’re so righteous? Pretending to be the only one who has ever cared about him while sitting in his home.”
I steadied myself by inhaling deeply. It was the moment I had both feared and braced myself for. Charles, I don’t believe that I am righteous. However, I am aware that I supported Jason throughout your absence. It was me who comforted him in times of fear and ensured he had somewhere to stay when you turned him away. And you’re going to need to offer me something you’ve never given Jason: an honest response, if you want to take this house away from me.
The seriousness of my comments somewhat subdued their rage as they all fixed their gazes on me. How come you broke off contact with your own son? Why did you disregard his efforts to make amends? I’ll examine your request if you can respond to those questions truthfully, without making up any reasons or lies. However, you have no claim to anything he left behind if you are unable to.
The hush that engulfed them was oppressive. Their attorney shuffled uneasily, looking at them as if he would rather be anywhere else. While Charles looked to be looking for the proper words, his mouth opening and closing as if the truth were trapped somewhere deep inside him, Susan’s eyes darted around the room, avoiding mine.
Susan finally broke the quiet, speaking in barely audible whispers. “We were in… We felt it would be better if he lived without us because he refused to comply with our wishes. Her words sat there, empty and hollow, with no genuine regret in them.
They were also aware of it. Their faces conveyed the awareness that their actions were not justified and that there was no way to make up for the suffering they had caused their son.
I shook my head while holding back a melancholy smile. “That is insufficient. It will never be satisfactory.
Sensing their predicament was hopeless, the attorney moved forward and cleared his throat. “Mr. and Mrs. Miller, I believe it would be best if we left. Nothing else needs to be done in this instance.
For the first time, I noticed something in their eyes other than rage or entitlement when they turned to face him and then back to me. It was a loss. unadulterated and basic. They turned and left the house without saying anything more, leaving the silent corridor behind them. I watched them leave through the door, the shock of what had happened weighing heavily on me like a thick blanket. They got into their car and drove out.
I felt a strange combination of relief and sadness as I shut the door behind them; it left me feeling both full and empty at the same time. Even though Jason was no longer among us, I had ultimately shielded his legacy and memory from those who didn’t deserve it. And that was something, anyhow. I let out a last sigh and shut the door, the sound of the deadbolt clicking into place serving as a silent reminder of all I had battled for.
The home wasn’t mine; rather, it was
ours. And for as long as I lived, I would always have Jason’s memories with me, both inside these walls and in my heart.
