Except them.
So I said okay.
That was what sh0cked him most. No argument. No scene. I packed my things, called my uncle Ray—my mom’s brother—and left the next day.
Madison got my room.
Lorna got her perfect family image.
And my dad got a quieter house.
For eleven days, no one seemed bothered.
Then a certified letter arrived.
And suddenly, my father couldn’t stop calling.
Because inside that envelope… was my mother’s will.
When I finally answered, he didn’t greet me—he demanded, “Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Tell you what?”
“The will,” he snapped.
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