changed their will, ensuring Morgan wouldn’t get a penny. But what mattered most was their regret and desire to rebuild our relationship. Two months later, I met Morgan at a restaurant. She apologized, but I couldn’t forget what she had done. I confronted her with the proof of her manipulation, and walked away,
leaving her to face the consequences of her actions. Now, my family is slowly healing, and while trust will never be the same, it’s stronger in its broken places. Some wounds, though painful, can make us stronger in the end.