MY SON ACCIDENTALLY SAW MY WILL AND ORDERED ME TO PACK MY STUFF IMMEDIATELY

I had spent years carefully organizing my affairs, trying to make sure that when the time came, my family wouldn’t have to worry about anything. My lawyer, Sam Kelson, was helping me finalize my new will, and we had just made some last-minute adjustments. I was waiting for an email to confirm the details when my phone rang.

It was Gerald, my son. I didn’t think much of it at first, assuming he was just calling to check in, as he often did. But the tone of his voice was different—cold, almost commanding.

“Mother,” he began, without even a greeting, “I have two things to tell you. First of all, Sam Kelson sent me your new will by mistake.”

I froze. The will? He wasn’t supposed to see it—no one was. I’d made a few changes to it that I hadn’t told him about yet, adjustments that might have surprised him. But before I could respond, he continued.

“And I want you to pack your bags immediately,” he said. His voice was firm, leaving no room for questions.

“Gerald… are you upset about the will?” I asked, my heart pounding. “Please, let me explain…”

“I don’t need your explanations, Mother,” he interrupted. “I need you to have your bags packed and be ready to leave by 4 PM.” And just like that, he hung up.

I sat there in shock, clutching the phone. Gerald, the son who’d always been there for me, who’d insisted I move in with him after his father passed, was now telling me to leave? I couldn’t make sense of it.

With trembling hands, I packed my suitcase, wondering where I could even go. Should I call a friend? Rent a hotel? My mind was racing with questions, none of which I had answers to.

At exactly 4 PM, Gerald showed up at my door. He didn’t say a word as he lifted my bags, carried them to the car, and placed them in the trunk. We drove in silence, the tension between us thick enough to cut with a knife. I glanced at him a few times, trying to gauge his mood, but his expression was unreadable.

After what felt like an eternity, we finally pulled up in front of a familiar building. Confused, I looked around, realizing it was my favorite bed-and-breakfast, a cozy place in the countryside where I’d often mentioned wanting to spend a weekend.

Gerald turned to me, his stern expression softening into a grin. “Happy early birthday, Mom,” he said. “I know I threw you off earlier, but I thought you could use a