Chapter 1 - Unannounced Return
“That bald woman shouldn't even show her face when we have guests!” my sister shouted from the living room while my wife knelt in the backyard, picking up a broken plate.
I had just returned to Springfield after four years working at a metalworking shop in Yellowknife.
No one knew I was coming back. The plant had temporarily shut down after a minor fire, and I decided to use those few weeks to surprise my family.
For four years, I had endured twelve-hour shifts, twenty-degree-below-zero winters, and reheated meals.
Every month, I sent between two thousand and twenty-five hundred dollars to my mother, Margaret's, bank account.
The money was supposed to be used to build a house, secure our future, and take care of Gwen, my wife.
In total, I had sent more than one hundred thousand dollars.
When I arrived, I found a two-story house with a gold-colored gate, a brand-new pickup truck, and furniture that looked like it belonged in a magazine.
I felt proud until I saw Gwen standing beside the washbasin. She was so thin that her clothes hung from her body as if they were draped over a skeleton.
She was wearing a wool hat even though it wasn't cold.
When she recognized me, she didn't run into my arms. Instead, she shrank against the wall and covered her head with both hands.
I pulled off her hat. She had no hair. Her scalp was covered with small cuts, as though someone had carelessly run a razor over it.
My mother came outside wearing a silk outfit, gold bracelets, and a thick necklace.
Behind her came my sister Paige, carrying a new phone and a designer handbag, with so many rings on her fingers that she could barely close her hands.
“Don't make a scene, Gavin,” my mother said. “Gwen used cheap chemicals and her hair fell out. Besides, she became obsessed with losing weight.”
“She's crazy,” Paige added. “She lives off your money and still wants attention.”
Then I noticed a medical bandage beneath Gwen's sleeve and a yellowish bruise where an IV had been inserted.
I wanted to demand answers, but I realized that the house, the bank accounts, and almost everything else were in their names.
If I confronted them without evidence, they could hide the money and blame everything on Gwen.
So I lied.
“I came back because the company is giving me a compensation package and shares worth nearly four hundred thousand dollars. I just need to prove that I have properties and investments in my name here.”
Their expressions changed instantly.
My mother grabbed my arm.
Paige immediately started talking about a new truck, a spa, and a trip to Miami.
That night, in the damp little room they had given Gwen, she finally told me the truth.
She unbuttoned her blouse and showed me a biopsy scar.
“I have breast cancer,” she whispered. “They found the tumor five months ago.”
She had asked my mother for three hundred dollars to see a doctor.
My mother refused, accused her of making up illnesses to steal my money, and forbade her from telling me anything.
Paige monitored her phone calls.
With no money, Gwen had cut off her long hair and sold it for one hundred and fifty dollars to pay for transportation and the biopsy.
While my mother and sister were showing off their new jewelry, my wife had sold her hair just to find out whether she was going to die.
I hugged her and asked her to hold on for just a few more days.
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Then I turned off the light, stared at the ceiling above the room where my mother and sister were sleeping comfortably, and made a decision.
They had no idea what was about to happen next...
