Aunt Linda looked like she might collapse.
“If you attempt to contest the trust or the will in court, you will immediately forfeit your inheritance in its entirety.”
The silence that followed was heavier than anything I had felt all week.
Aunt Linda looked down at the eviction notice, picked it up slowly, studied it, and crushed it in her fist.
“You think you’ve won,” she said to me, her voice low and bitter.
I swallowed. “I never wanted to fight.”
