My parents left everything to my brother, so I stopped paying their bills. A month later, my mother sent me a text message.
I’m Jakob, and if I ever had any doubts about my place in the family, they vanished the day I learned about the will. It wasn’t even a dramatic conversation in which my parents shared the news with me. No, I found out purely by chance, by sheer luck.
This happened a few months ago when I was visiting them at their house in a small town outside of Chicago. The same house I had helped finance for the past five years: the mortgage, occasional purchases, repairs.
