Jess planned a peaceful evening, finally moving past her painful divorce—until her ex-husband’s mother appeared at her door, dementia causing her to forget the marriage had ended. But when Eleanor suddenly fell ill, Jess discovered the visit hid a startling secret beneath the surface.
Saturday arrived gently, wrapped in soft sunlight that filtered through the curtains, making patterns on the walls. It promised the peace I’d been craving all week.
My days at work had felt noisy and chaotic, and my mind often drifted back to memories I wished to forget—moments from my marriage with Daniel, now painfully behind me.
But today felt hopeful. I had plans for the evening, dinner with Mark, whose laughter warmed something inside me that had been cold for far too long.
I made myself a cup of chamomile tea, the sweet smell rising up like gentle whispers, promising comfort. Holding the warm cup in my hands,
I sank deeply into my favorite chair, feeling the cushions softly mold around me.
Just as I opened my book, ready to lose myself in another world, the sharp ring of the doorbell shattered the quiet around me.
I sighed deeply, setting the tea down carefully, and walked to the door.
As I opened it, there stood Eleanor, smiling warmly. Her silver hair was combed neatly into soft waves, framing her gentle face.
Her blue eyes sparkled kindly, though slightly confused, and in her wrinkled hands she held a fresh-baked apple pie, its sweet smell drifting toward me.
“Jess! Hello, dear,” Eleanor said brightly, stepping forward slightly. “I brought Daniel’s favorite pie. Where is he?”
My heart dropped heavily, as it always did when Eleanor forgot. Nearly a year had passed since Daniel and I had separated.
The divorce had been painful, but Eleanor’s dementia made it even harder.
Her memories would fade away, leaving her lost somewhere in the past.
“Oh, Eleanor,” I said gently, forcing a smile as I softly took her arm and guided her into the house.
“Daniel isn’t here right now, but please, come inside.”
She entered comfortably, looking around the room as if she belonged here. I felt a small, painful tug of guilt inside my chest as I watched her.
My words were not exactly true, but it felt kinder than hurting her again with a harsh reminder of the divorce.
Eleanor had always been kind to me, treating me more like a daughter than a daughter-in-law. It seemed cruel to break her heart again.
“I’m glad you came,” I told her softly, hoping my voice hid the sadness inside me. “Let’s sit down and enjoy that pie. It smells wonderful.”
Eleanor’s smile brightened even more, her eyes shining gently. “I’m so happy, dear. It’s always good to see you.”