My Aunt Kicked Me Out of My Childhood Home After My Parents Died – Just as I Left Crying, a Black Limo Pulled Up

We walked together toward the house — me, Mike, and two officers — like some weird justice parade.

I gripped the peace lily tighter. The petals trembled in the wind. Dina opened the door just as we reached the porch.

She was wrapped in a silk robe that looked too expensive for someone who claimed to be broke, and she held a mimosa as if it were part of her everyday attire. Her face twisted. “Rachel?

What are you doing here? You can’t just—”

“Don’t,” Mike said calmly, raising a hand. “Just don’t finish that sentence.”

He turned to the officers.

“May I?”

One of them nodded. Mike popped open his briefcase and pulled out a thick folder. “This,” he said, flipping it open, “is proof that Ms.

Dina submitted a forged will. The original never existed. We have confirmation that the document was created posthumously, and the signature was traced from a medical consent form.”Continue reading…