I woke up from the coma and heard my son whisper, “Don’t open your eyes”… my husband and my own sister were waiting for me to die so they could take everything.

snapped.

“I said I love her.”

Claire reached into her purse.

“The notary is downstairs.”

Ryan grabbed my hand tightly.

“You’re signing those papers, Emily. One way or another.”

But I wasn’t dying anymore.

I was waiting.

Five minutes later, there was a knock.

“That must be the notary,” Claire said.

The door opened.

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