I dressed for Luca’s birthday, not a battle—black slacks, his cardigan, lemon cake. But at Noreen’s, the family’s warmth froze.
They pushed me out, calling me “not family,” hiding their plan to sell Luca’s land. Tayla’s secret recording exposed them: Brent and Kara scheming to sign away twelve acres without me. With Diya’s legal help, I stopped the sale and claimed my rights.
Instead of fighting, I donated the land to conservation, honoring Luca’s wish for a place untouched by greed. I lost the inheritance they tried to steal, but gained clarity, peace, and dignity. Some inheritances aren’t money—they’re legacies worth protecting.
