I came home early. I was eight months pregnant and wasn't feeling up to a full day's work. I could have quit my job or at least gone on bedrest, but I knew that being around the house all day would drive me batty.
McKayla told me she had a meeting that afternoon and had driven separately. I called her before leaving work, but it rolled into her voice mail. That was no surprise. I left her a message and told her to call me when she got a chance.
As soon as I got home, I immediately knew something was wrong. I parked my new car in the garage and went in to the kitchen. There were a few things missing, nothing like a burglary or anything, but a couple of pictures off the refrigerator and McKayla's favourite coffee mug were gone.
My frown turned to dread when I saw a stack of papers on the kitchen table and a card with my name on it.
I waddled over and picked it up. With a dread-filled sigh, I opened the envelope.
Paige,
I thought I could do this but I can't. It's not anything you did. It's all me.
The house is yours. Everything I have is for you and the baby.
You made me happier than I have ever been, but something came up and I can't be with you any longer.
I'm sorry,
McKayla
I sat there for a long time, reading the words over and over. After a few minutes, I flipped through the papers. Sure enough, she had left everything to me. Her name was taken off the house and all our accounts. On the things I needed to sign for, there were instructions to go to a lawyer and they would take care of the rest.
As the shock wore off, it turned to confusion, despair and then finally, anger.