When Leah and Liam suggested I go for a check-up, I was reluctant but finally agreed. “You should,” Liz insisted over smoothies. “If there’s something wrong, it’s better to know.” After the check-up, the doctor recommended a CT scan. As I settled into the hospital, I received shocking news from Liz: my house was listed on Airbnb for the week.
Furious, I confided in Liz, who suggested a plan. “Tell Denise to book the place,” Liz said. “She can create a new account to keep it under the radar.” I agreed, feeling a mix of betrayal and resolve. My kids had clearly overstepped, and I wanted them to face the consequences of their actions.
The next morning, I was discharged with a clean bill of health and drove to Liz’s house. “Are you sure about this?” Liz asked, handing me tea. “Yes,” I said, determined. Back home, the house smelled different, hinting that someone had been there. I showered and went to bed, preparing for the next day’s plans.
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