After my mother’s death, I expected grief—but not betrayal. Her will favored my sister, Sybella, leaving me with nothing but heartache. Then, a doctor handed me an envelope. “She wanted you to have this,” he said softly.
Inside was a deed to a hidden cabin. My mother’s words echoed: “Go when you need peace.” I went immediately, desperate for answers. The cabin was weathered but warm, filled with her presence. Old journals revealed her deepest secret—a son she’d given up, a brother I never knew.
I tracked him down. Jasper. Meeting him was like seeing a piece of my mother come alive. “I knew about you,” he admitted. “I just didn’t know how to find you.”
When Sybella discovered the cabin, she was livid—until she met Jasper. The truth softened her. For the first time, we weren’t fighting over money or favoritism. We were just siblings, trying to understand our mother’s choices.
We restored the cabin together, finding hidden treasures and healing old wounds. Now, it’s where we reunite every year, where laughter has replaced bitterness.
My mother’s greatest gift wasn’t the cabin. It was the family I found because of it.
