My son just smiled. They thought my $2 billion was theirs. But later that same day, when they got home… I was sitting in the chair waiting.
The Amazon lay before us like a dark ribbon that refused to end, wide and dark. My son and his wife had planned this “family bonding” trip, but I could feel something was off the whole time.
I’d built a fortune, two billion dollars, and lately, the way they talked, the way they looked at me, I knew they wanted it.
When the boat drifted into crocodile waters, my daughter-in-law leaned close. Her voice was sweet, almost playful. “Go down to the river with the crocodiles.”
Then she shoved me.
I hit the water hard. The current dragged me down, my arms thrashing, lungs burning. When I surfaced, I saw the boat moving away. My son stood there, smiling. He thought it was over.
But it wasn’t.
I forced myself toward the bank, every muscle screaming, until I pulled myself onto the mud, gasping, alive.
They thought they’d k,ill,ed me for my fortune. What they didn’t know was that by the time they got back home… I’d already be there, waiting