My daughter-in-law and her mother drove me 490 km from home and abando:ned me at a motel, laughing, βfigure it out yourself.β They shouted, laughing in my face and sped off. I thought it was a joke β it wasnβt . I never went back. Two years later she found me online and called 52 times because life with my son had fallen apartβ¦ And i got my revenge.
The morning air was crisp, a fragile promise held in the plush back seat of the SUV. I was on my way to a family reunion, my heart light. My daughter-in-law, Khloe, had planned the trip with a cheerful voice, and her mother, Brenda, sat beside me with a faint, knowing smile.
“Are we sure we’re taking the scenic route, Khloe?” I asked, recognizing nothing outside my window.
“Oh, absolutely, Eleanor,” Khloe chirped, her voice a little too bright. “Brenda found this amazing shortcut. It’ll be an adventure.”
I leaned back, content, completely trusting them. I was oblivious to the storm gathering just over the horizon.
Without warning, the SUV lurched to a sudden halt, the engine dying. The silence that rushed in was deafening. We were in the middle of nowhere.
“What is it, Khloe?” I asked, a knot of confusion tightening in my stomach.
Khloe turned. The cheerful mask was gone, replaced by something hard and unreadable. “Well, Eleanor,” she began, her voice flat, “Brenda and I have decided this isn’t going to work out.”
“Not going to work out? What are you talking about?”
Brenda finally spoke, her voice low and devoid of emotion. “We’re not going to the reunion. And you’re not going anywhere with us.”
A bizarre joke. It had to be. “Oh, you two,” I chuckled, trying to puncture the tension. “Trying to scare an old woman.”
No one laughed. Khloe opened her car door, and the hot, dry air rushed in like a predator.
“This is it, Eleanor,” Khloe said, her voice chillingly calm. “This is where you get out.”
My breath hitched. “Get out? Khloe, where are we?” I looked around frantically. The highway stretched into the shimmering heat. No houses, no signs, no life.
“We’re a long way from home,” Brenda added, her voice like ice. “About 490 kilometers.”
The number hit me like a physical blow. This wasn’t a joke. “But why?” My voice was a whisper. “What did I do?”
Khloe looked at me, then at Brenda, a strange, triumphant glint in her eyes. Then they both looked back at me, their faces twisted into masks of cruel amusement.
“Figure it out, mother-in-law,” Khloe spat, a harsh laugh escaping her lips.
“Yeah,” Brenda echoed, her voice a mocking blade. “Figure it out.”
They slammed their doors. The engine roared back to life. I watched, frozen in a paralysis of disbelief, as the SUV lurched forward, leaving me standing on the side of a deserted highway, utterly alone.
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