I nodded slowly, my fingers brushing the edge of the peace lily’s pot. “You’re not alone, Rachel. You’re not,” he added, gently.
“I should’ve come sooner.”
Three months passed. The case went to court. It turns out, my parents hadn’t left a will at all.
They never expected to go so young. With no legal will in place, the court ruled I was the rightful heir. The house was mine.
Dina’s name got erased from every document as if she had never been there. Her phony real estate listing vanished. The keys she’d bragged about were handed to me in a quiet moment outside the courtroom.
Oh, and Uncle Mike? He sued her for legal fees, emotional damages, and fraud. She didn’t just lose the house.
She lost everything. I heard through a neighbor that she now lives above a vape shop on the far side of town. One of those cramped one-bedroom units with flickering lights and no central air.Continue reading…
