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Love Left Locks, Letters, and Protection
That evening, we returned with a locksmith. New locks. Upgraded security.
Eleanor’s belongings were packed neatly and left by the curb.
She arrived just in time to see it.
“This is my son’s house!” she screamed.
“Which he left to us,” I replied, steady.
She called the police. They arrived, listened, and calmly told her:
“Ma’am, this is now private property. You committed an unlawful eviction.”
Still, she threw one last dart:“You poisoned him against me. You and your bastard kids.”
I didn’t flinch. I looked her straight in the eyes.“No, Eleanor. You did that. Jason loved us—and he made sure we’d be okay.”
“What are you talking about?”
“The will. You broke the clause. The inheritance? Gone.”
For once, she said nothing. She walked to her car in silence.
Peace, Found Quietly
That night, Ava fell asleep in her own bed, curled next to her favorite stuffed bee.
“Is Grandma Eleanor going to jail?” she mumbled.
“I don’t know,” I said. “But she’s not going to hurt us again.”
Later, I found a photo tucked in Jason’s desk drawer—us, laughing on the beach, sunburned and happy. I held it to my chest.
“You knew she might do this,” I whispered.
In the quiet of that room, I could almost hear him reply:
“That’s why I made sure you’d be okay.”
Eleanor didn’t just lose money. She lost the last connection to the son she claimed to love. Jason left us more than just a will. He left us protection, peace, and proof that real love outlasts cruelty.
Justice didn’t come with a bang. It arrived in legal clauses, locksmith clicks, and a little girl finally safe in her bed.
And in the end, love won.
Jason would’ve wanted that. He planned for it. He made sure we would be okay—even in the worst of storms.
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