“I am the one who usually calls the landlord, Sarah,” David snapped, rubbing his temples. “And I can’t call him because I haven’t paid the security deposit in full yet. He’s avoiding my texts.
Leo sat on his twin-sized mattress—the only thing they managed to bring from his old suite. His phone, the very one used to film the “joke,” was gone, seized by the police as evidence. He was using an old, cracked burner phone David had found in a drawer.
He logged onto his social media from a public Wi-Fi signal. His comments section, once full of “likes” and “lols,” was now a battlefield. The video had leaked—not the “funny” version he wanted, but the raw footage of his grandmother gasping for air while they laughed.
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“Absolute trash family.”
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“Hope the inheritance was worth it. Oh wait, she cut you off! LOL.”
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“I used to go to school with this guy. He was always a bully.”
His “friends” hadn’t called. His girlfriend had blocked him. He was no longer the “cool kid” with the pool and the sports car; he was just a kid on probation with 200 hours of community service ahead of him—cleaning the very park where the lake was located.
Traditionally, Sunday was the day the grandmother spent six hours in the kitchen preparing a roast for them.
This Sunday, the “family” sat around a bucket of cheap fried chicken. The silence was deafening. There was no one to complain to about the seasoning. No one to serve them hand and foot.
“Maybe if we just… call her?” Leo whispered, looking at the greasy chicken. “Tell her we’re sorry? Tell her I’ve learned my lesson?”
David looked at his son. He saw the same entitlement he had fostered for years. “She isn’t answering, Leo. I tried. Her lawyer blocked my number. She changed her locks, her phone, and according to the bank, she’s selling the big house and moving into a condo downtown.”
Sarah let out a bitter laugh. “She’s spending our money.”
“No, Sarah,” David said, the weight of the last week finally crushing his pride. “She’s spending her money. We’re just the people who watched her drown.”
Across town, the grandmother sat on her new balcony, watching the sunset. She had ordered sushi for one, and for the first time in forty years, the only person she had to take care of was herself.
