"You're nothing but a useless old woman, Mom. What would you even do with a real inheritance?

I never imagined I'd spend my sixty-eighth birthday sleeping in an abandoned garage, surrounded by the smell of motor oil and decades of dust. But there I was, fumbling with an unfamiliar key in the dark, tears blurring my vision while my son's words echoed in my head. You're just a useless old woman, Mom. What would you even do with a real inheritance? Dad knew that.