I came back home to lay my grandmother to rest. After the funeral, my father pressed a pen into my hand. “Sign this—it’s just inheritance paperwork.” As I leaned closer, I noticed my stepmother’s fingers shaking, something concealed in her clenched palm. She smiled sweetly and murmured, “Be a good girl… just sign.” A chill ran through me. I set the pen down and returned her smile. “I think I’ll read it carefully first.” Because in that instant, I understood the truth—the funeral hadn’t been the main event. It was only a dry run for what they were planning to do tonight.