Joe returns home with his fiancée after taking his mom to a nursing home, only to find his suitcases on the doorstep and another family moving in. His mother has tricked him—but he soon realizes she did it to protect him from a more sinister threat.
“You did the right thing, baby.” Emily grinned as she reached across to pat Joe’s leg. “Your mom will have a much better quality of life in the nursing home, and you and I can start turning her old crafts room into a nursery for our baby.”
Joe smiled at his incredible fiancée as he stopped at an intersection. She had such a kind heart. If only Mom could see it, but her illness and age had taken their toll on her. It scared him that he might never have realized how bad it was if Emily hadn’t come along.
Joe had to park outside Mom’s house because a strange car was already parked in the driveway. His confusion grew as he looked out the window and noted people carrying furniture into the house, while two young girls played on the lawn.
“What the heck is going on here?” Joe exited the car and jogged up to the front step. He waved at a man at the front door. “Hey, what are you doing in my house?”
“You must be Joe!” The man grinned sheepishly and put a hand to the back of his head. “Your mom said you’d come. See, the thing is, this isn’t her house anymore. She sold it to us last week. Here are the papers and, uh, there’s your stuff.”
Joe’s jaw dropped as he noticed his suitcases lined up on the doorstep, along with a cardboard box bearing his name. He felt a hand on his arm and turned. Emily was beside him, a sneer curling her lips as anger flashed in her eyes.
“Give me that,” she snarled, snatching the papers from the man’s hand.
Joe watched Emily’s face turn red while she scanned the papers. Her expression said it all: Mom truly had sold the house. Joe reached for his fiancée, seeking comfort—something to anchor him in this crazy situation.
But Emily shook him off.
“You have got to be the biggest fool I’ve ever met, Joe!” Emily yelled. “How could you let your mother trick you like this, right under your nose? Everything is ruined now.”
“Don’t say that, Emily. I don’t understand when, or why Mom did this, but we still have each other. We can—”
“This was the last straw for me! You’re a loser with nothing to offer me, Joe. Forget about me.” Emily pulled the ring from her finger and hurled it to the ground. “And forget about our marriage.”
“Wait!” Joe followed Emily as she marched away. “You can’t just leave. What about our child?”
Emily laughed in his face.
“You really are a naive idiot. There is no child, Joe. Now get out of my way. I’m leaving!”
“What do you mean? Emily… Emily! Stop! Explain what you mean about our child!” Joe called.
Emily didn’t even look back. Joe watched the love of his life stride across the lawn and out of his life. He didn’t understand. So much had happened all at once, and now he felt numb and unmoored, like everything he’d known was a lie.
He returned to the porch just as his knees gave way and sat down. He leaned against his suitcase, and that’s when he noticed the envelope tucked beneath a flap on the cardboard box. His name was written on it in Mom’s angular cursive writing.
He opened it and found a letter.
Dear Joe,
I’m sorry everything turned out this way. I wish I never had to take such drastic steps, but you left me no other choice.
Let me explain: It all started the day you first brought Emily home…
A Few Weeks Earlier
Nora sat in her favorite armchair, smiling politely as she took in the news that her son was suddenly in a very serious relationship with the young woman seated beside him on the sofa.
“And where did you two meet?” Nora asked.
“I regularly deliver packages to the office where Emily was working at the front desk,” Joe replied. “She was so professional at first, didn’t want to chat with me, but I didn’t give up trying.”
“It was a temp job and I didn’t want to get into trouble.” Emily smiled shyly and glanced at Joe through her eyelashes. “But Joe was just so funny, and so charming. I couldn’t say no when he asked me on a date to the funfair.”
Nora rubbed at her temple. She loved her son with all her heart. He was kind, honest, straightforward, and had many other fine personality traits besides—but charm was not one of them.
“That was about three weeks ago, and we’ve been seeing each other every day since then.” Joe looked at Nora with stars in his eyes. “It’s clear we were meant for each other. That’s why I’ve asked Emily to move in with me.”
Nora was so shocked by Joe’s news that it triggered a coughing fit. She shook as she reached for the glass of water she always kept nearby, but someone else got there first…
…but someone else got there first.
Emily.
She was quick—almost too quick. She handed me the water with a sweet smile, but I saw something in her eyes. Something sharp.
It lasted only a second, but I’ve learned to trust my instincts. And my instincts were screaming.
From that day on, I paid close attention.
You didn’t notice, Joe, but things started disappearing around the house. Small valuables. My wedding ring. Prescription meds. The silver pendant your father gave me. I chalked it up to forgetfulness at first… but then I found some of them stuffed in the bottom of Emily’s purse, hidden beneath makeup and receipts.
I confronted her when you weren’t around.
She smiled and said I must have placed them there by mistake.
I let it go—but I never trusted her again.
Then I began doing some digging.
Emily wasn’t just some sweet temp girl. She’d been fired from three jobs in two years, suspected of stealing or manipulating male coworkers. She changed towns frequently. No criminal record—she was too smart for that—but there were online posts from people warning others about her. Patterns. Scams. Heartbreaks. She’d even faked pregnancies before.
That’s when I knew: she was playing you.
I tried to talk to you, Joe. I begged you to slow things down, but she had already wrapped you around her finger. You wouldn’t listen.
And so I made a decision.
I contacted a lawyer. Quietly sold the house. Found a family I trusted. Set everything up so you’d discover the truth yourself.
It had to be big. Devastating, even. Otherwise, you wouldn’t let her go.
And it worked.
I’m so sorry for the pain you’re feeling now. I know what it’s like to have your world fall apart—I lost your father too soon, and you were just a boy. But I did this to protect you.
You have a kind heart, Joe. Too kind for your own good. But now it’s time to build a life on truth—not lies.
You’re stronger than you think.
And you’re free now.
Love always,
Mom
Joe folded the letter with trembling hands. A hot tear slid down his cheek. He looked around—at the home that was no longer his, at the new family who lived there, at the empty space beside him where Emily used to stand.
And he realized, for the first time in weeks, that he could breathe.
The house was gone. The relationship was gone.
But maybe—just maybe—what his mom had given him back was far more valuable:
His future.
