After The Funeral, My Son Took Me To A Remote Road And Left With All The Belongings. No Phone, No Money. But My Son Didn’t Know—I Had Already Prepared Everything Before My Husband Passed Away. The Pacific fog sat low on Highway 1 and the road outside town went quiet. He stopped, did not look at me, and said this is where you get out. No phone. No money. Leo’s slippers on my feet. “The house and the inn are mine now,” he added, and said Camille was already changing the locks. The door opened, the