“Get your own stuff, Mom. I’ll be in the car,” Paul had said. But when Margaret Carter came out of the grocery store with two modest paper bags—the only things she could afford with her Social Security check—Paul’s SUV was gone.
She sat on the cold bench outside for nearly three hours, her frail hands clutching the grocery list he’d scribbled that morning. Then her phone buzzed with a message that broke her world apart:
“Margaret found a nursing home with an opening. They’ll pick you up tomorrow. It’s time.”
That was how her only son informed her he was abandoning her—through a text. After everything she had sacrificed: raising him alone when his father died young, working three jobs to put him through college, even selling her house to pay for his wedding.
