At 52, I had a stroke. «The trip’s paid for, get better,» my husband said, then jetted off to the Maldives with the kids….

Back then, everything was simple, her husband and children would receive equal shares of her property. Since then, the document had not been reviewed. Yes, she said firmly after a pause.

I want to change my will. Gabriel looked at her intently. Are you sure? It’s a serious decision, especially given your condition.

Exactly because of my condition, Pamela managed to speak, I see things more clearly than ever. The notary nodded. Alright, let’s discuss the details.

While Pamela’s family was packing their suitcases, without even bothering to call the hospital, she, with the help of the notary, not only revoked the power of attorney, but also wrote a new will. Most of her assets were now designated for a charitable foundation for stroke patients, as well as Gloria, who, over the past few days, had shown more care than her own family had in years. Pamela also arranged to create a special fund to support young neurorehabilitation specialists.

Are you sure? Gabriel asked cautiously while finalizing the documents. Absolutely, Pamela replied firmly, feeling a strange sense of relief. For the first time in many years, she made a decision, thinking only of herself and her desires.

Gloria, hearing about the will, shook her head resolutely. Mrs. Vincente, I can’t accept this. We barely know each other.

You are the only person who showed care, Pamela slowly but clearly said. Please accept this as a symbol of my gratitude. Gabriel folded the documents into his briefcase.

Now, about practical steps. I’ll send notifications to all the banks where you have accounts. I’ll block any transactions with real estate in your name.

I’ll create legal protection for your assets during your rehabilitation. Pamela nodded gratefully. Thank you.

Happy to help, Gabriel stood up, preparing to leave. I’ll visit you regularly. We’ll monitor the situation together.

When he left, Gloria helped Pamela adjust her position on the bed. How are you feeling? Strange, Pamela admitted. Like I’ve just woken up from a long sleep.

That’s a good sign, the nurse smiled. It means recovery has begun, and not just physically. In the evening, when Pamela was falling asleep, the phone on the bedside table vibrated softly.

She barely managed to reach it with her healthy hand. On the screen appeared the name Miguel. With surprising calmness, Pamela pressed the answer button.

Yes? Pamela, it’s me, Miguel’s voice sounded nervous and tense. We’re at the airport. There’s a problem with the payment.

The card isn’t working for some reason. Pamela remained silent, listening to her husband’s rapid breathing on the other end of the line. Can you hear me? He asked after a pause.

We need to pay for luggage fees and unlimited internet at the hotel. But the card says it’s declined. Unfortunately, no, Pamela replied calmly, surprised by how clear her voice sounded.

The power of attorney has been revoked. And in fact, I’ve reviewed our financial arrangements. What do you mean, reviewed? Panic entered Miguel’s voice.

We’re already at the airport. We need money. You have your own cards, your own savings.

Pamela was surprised by how calm her voice sounded. Enjoy your vacation at your own expense. Pamela, you are not yourself.

This is the aftermath of the stroke. You need treatment, Miguel shouted, but she had already pressed the button to end the call. The phone immediately rang again.

Then it rang once more. Notifications appeared for messages, first from Miguel, then from Victoria, then from Mateo. Pamela muted the sound and placed the phone screen down.

For the first time in many years, she did not rush to solve other people’s problems. In the morning, she was awakened by voices in the hallway. Apparently, Miguel was trying to break into her room, but the nurse on duty was not letting him in.

You don’t understand. She’s my wife. Pamela could hear his outraged voice.

She’s getting worse. She’s making irrational decisions. Visiting hours are from 4 p.m. sharp until 7 p.m. sharp, the nurse replied calmly…