At 70, I retired and returned home to celebrate with my family. But that same day, I found out I'd been fired. – Story of the day

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I tried the key. It wouldn't fit. Puzzled, I turned around... and there they were. Two suitcases. Mine. Neatly lined up against the front door, as if I were checking in for a flight.

A yellow Post-it was stuck to a doorknob. I sat on the porch and shivered as I peeled it off.

Thank you for everything. It's time to rest. Your room in the nursing home is paid for a year. The taxi fare is in the envelope. Thomas thinks this is YOUR IDEA. So, if you want to see the kids again someday, follow MY PLAN.

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The cake box slid aside. The lid was smeared with icing.

I looked up at the door. No sound. No movement. Not even a light on.

"Did he really…?"

The thought made my stomach freeze.