“It’s yours, mother.”
The words replayed in her mind over and over again in Linda’s head. She could barely process those foreign words. He had to be joking. There was no way he was saying what she thought he was. Her lips parted slowly but no sound came out. The shock had silenced her completely.
She took another look at the apartment, slowly this time, taking in the expensive look with deep breaths. She had never stepped into a house like this in her entire forty-eight years of living.
She turned back to him, waiting for a laugh, a chuckle, some sign that he was joking or teasing. But, none came. He remained calm and unbothered, an awkward faint smile plastered to his lips.
For confirmation's sake, she turned to Ariana only to see her eyes wet with tears and her lips stretched into a
