Of all the things Trevor could ask me to do, selling the condo Dad left me wasn’t what I expected. Yet, there he was, persuading me it was the right move so his mom, Linda, could enjoy a comfy retirement. My head spun as I thought of Dad’s memories in that place, and saying "yes" left a pit in my stomach. Carla, my best friend, warned me not to rush, but sometimes my decisions can surprise even me. What Trevor didn’t know was who actually bought the condo, and I couldn't wait to see his reaction.
One morning, as Trevor handed me a cup of steaming coffee, he casually dropped the idea, “Why not sell your dad’s condo?” I blinked, taken aback. The warm aroma of the coffee couldn't mask the chill creeping into my thoughts. "It’s just sitting there," he continued with a shrug, "it could really help Mom retire." He made it sound so simple, as if it didn’t mean letting go of everything Dad held dear.