After everything, they wanted his house? I told them it was legally in my name — Jason had made sure of that. But I said I’d consider their claim… on one condition: They had to answer the question Jason asked himself until his dying breath:
Why did they abandon him?They fumbled for excuses. “He didn’t want the life we wanted for him,” his mother said quietly. That wasn’t good enough. It never would be.Then I gave them the only thing Jason had left for them:
a letter. In it, he wrote, “I forgive you. I hope one day you can forgive yourselves.” They left without the house — just a letter full of the grace they didn’t deserve.And me?
I locked the door behind them with my heart still breaking, but proud. Because I didn’t just protect the house Jason built — I protected the truth. And that, more than anything, is what he would have wanted.