Rebirth, The Letter From Harvard

At sixty, my son and husband snatched my retirement fund. They framed me as mentally unstable and forced me into a psychiatric ward.

My son looked at me with cold eyes. He said, "Don't blame me for being heartless, Mom. Dad doesn't have much time left, and I have to help him fulfill his dream of being with his first love."

My husband sneered, "I'm finally free of you. I've waited forty years for this day."

After they left, I suffered a total mental breakdown. I died in that cold, sterile room