As for my future steps, I’d consult a lawyer, someone who could help me protect my assets and my autonomy. I’d seen enough courtroom dramas to know that a solid will and clear directives could safeguard against guardianship claims. If necessary, I’d even consider bringing in a mediator to help untangle the web of deceit my son and daughter-in-law were spinning.

I knew the road ahead would be fraught with confrontation and heartache, but I was armed with the strength of knowing what was right. If Natalie and Paul wanted a war, they would get one, but it would be fought on my terms, with the full force of a mother scorned. In the quiet of the park, I made a vow to protect what was mine and to stand by Joanna, to ensure that neither of us would be erased by the ambitions of the very people we loved.

The sun began to set, casting a golden glow over the landscape. It was symbolic of the end of one chapter and the start of another. I turned the key in the ignition and headed home, ready to confront the storm that awaited.