When Hannah’s son and daughter-in-law lost everything, she signed her home into his name to help him get back on his feet. But days later, her suitcase was at the door and she was told to leave. Heartbroken and blindsided, she made one call and karma did the rest.
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And when he married Claire — well, I welcomed her with open arms, even when her smiles never quite reached her eyes.
“Mom,” Ethan said, his voice cracking a little as he sat at my kitchen table. “We lost our jobs. Both of us. The tech company we worked for… they’re moving operations overseas.”
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The relief on his face nearly broke my heart. My boy. My only child.
“There’s something else,” he said, glancing at Claire, who nodded slightly. “Mom, we’re struggling. Would you consider putting the house in my name? It might simplify things… we’ll pay you back, I promise.”
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I felt something tighten in my chest. “The house? But why?”
“I just need to show the bank I have some kind of asset. If they see the house in my name, I might finally qualify for a loan. I’m not trying to take anything from you. I just… want to start something. A business, maybe. Build from the ground up.”
“Of course,” I said. “You’re my son.”
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