My parents texted me, “The Christmas party has been canceled. Don’t come, my love.” They had no idea I was standing right outside the door, watching them and my sister raise a glass and say, “Merry Christmas—it’s so much better without So

her headband. My father straightened his posture like he was preparing to greet someone important.

David didn’t move. He simply watched the front door.
“It’s your aunt,” he whispered.

“Aunt Marlene?” I asked, confused. “She lives in Connecticut.”

David nodded. “And she’s the executor of your grandfather’s estate.”

My heart thudded. “That’s impossible. Everything continue reading …