**My Son Cut Me Off Before Christmas—Then Discovered I Owned All Three Family Homes. By Morning, I Had 99 Missed Calls.**
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Chapter 9 - The Cottage Was Never Just a Cottage
For eight years, I believed the cottage at Lake Bellamy was a kindness.
It had two bedrooms, a wide front porch, and a stone fireplace Walter and I had fallen in love with during a rainy weekend drive.
When Gertrude lost her husband, I offered her the place.
She needed somewhere to recover.
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