not money.After being forced to leave, I moved in with a friend. Then, days later, Dad’s lawyer called to reveal that Dad had left me $300,000 to protect me from Alicia’s greed. He’d known she’d betray me.A few days later, Alicia called to tell me the house had burned down. The buyers had pulled out,
and the insurance didn’t cover much. It should’ve felt like karma, but I felt sad for what had been lost—the memories, not the house.I forgave Alicia, though I didn’t tell her about the money. Now, I’m starting fresh in a new apartment. I’ve learned that while blood may be thicker than water, trust is the real foundation of family. Once that’s broken, it’s hard to rebuild.