For the first time in decades, I allowed myself to believe them.
In the following weeks, the uproar only intensified.
Lisa flooded my inbox with venom. “You don’t deserve that house. You were nothing to her. Give us what’s rightfully ours!” The messages came at all hours, thick with fury.
One evening, Jonathan arrived at the gates, pounding until his knuckles reddened. His shouting echoed through the neighborhood until security escorted him away.
