Somehow, he knew what might happen after he passed. He had protected me and my babies in the only way he could. From beyond the grave, my dad had handed me a sword and shield.
I laughed and cried at the same time. I hugged the papers to my chest like they were made of gold. “Thank you, Dad,” I whispered through my tears.
“Thank you for never letting go.”
*****
I didn’t waste time. The next morning, I went straight to the house. Veronica was in the kitchen, sipping her fancy imported coffee, dressed in silk pajamas like she was living in a five-star resort.
She looked up, confused. I didn’t say a word at first. I just walked in, calm and steady, and laid the deed on the table in front of her.
Her eyebrows lifted. “What’s this?”
I looked her in the eyes and said, “Actually, it’s mine. Dad left it to me.
Legally, you can’t touch it. Nothing you do will change that.”
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