“Start packing!” was the first thing my ex’s new bride said when she arrived at my dad’s house after his recent burial.

You should start packing your bags right away, because the moment they read that will tomorrow, this entire estate is going to be ors.”

Misty’s voice cut through the air above the white rosebushes before I even had a chance to look up from my work. Her expensive heels sank deep into the damp soil of my father’s garden as if she were strutting down a runway instead of treading on the ground where he had spent half his life.