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

I left the bank with the papers folded tight in my jacket and my mom’s ring on my finger. I went home calm.

Linda was at my table, sorting my mail.

“Where have you been?” she asked.

I placed the folder down between us.

Her eyes flicked to the documents. Her smile faded.

“I know what the key opens,” I said. “And I know you tried to steal it.”

She scoffed.

“You’re imagining things.”

“I spoke to the bank. And a lawyer.”

That did it. Her shoulders stiffened.

“You think you’re smarter than me now?

You wouldn’t have survived without me.”

She opened her mouth, then shut it.

I took a breath. “You have one week. I’ll help you find a place.

That’s all.”

“Then I stop being nice,” I said quietly.

“My own nephew. Throwing me away.”

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