Then Vanessa called.
“Sign a statement saying you left willingly,” she said sweetly, “and I’ll give you money.”
I sat across from Mr. Hale, staring at the documents he had just handed me.
The first page carried my father’s signature.
The second made my hands tremble.
The house… had been left to me.
Vanessa? She received something else.
A sealed “gift.”
For two weeks, she celebrated too early.
She threw parties. Sold my father’s belongings. Acted like everything already belonged to her.
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