After My Parents Died, My Aunt Took My Inheritance and Gave Me a Mattress on the Floor – Years Later, She Knocked on My Door

“You came here for that.”

Linda didn’t deny it. “I knew your mother. She liked secrets.

She thought she was clever.”

“I am sick. Just not in the way you hoped.”

I stepped back. “You need to leave.”

“And go where?

I live here now.”

“No! “You’re leaving.”

“You throw me out, and people will ask why. They’ll ask what kind of man turns away his own aunt.”

“You will.

When your reputation starts to matter.”

I stared at her, realizing the truth too late. She hadn’t come back for me. She’d come back for leverage.

And she wasn’t done yet.

I didn’t confront Linda that night. I locked the recipe notebook in my office, slept with the door closed, and left the house before she woke up.

I went straight to the bank. The old one.

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