To steal my inheritance, my sister and her husband attacked me until I blacked out. My sister sneered, “You should have signed the house over.” As they celebrated, my father’s lawyer handed me a secret letter. I smiled through my pain, because my father had anticipated their greed and written…

face a neutral mask of professional detachment. He looked at me, a silent, heavy question in his eyes. Are you ready to pull the trigger?

I took my seat at the center of the table. My shoulder throbbed with a dull, rhythmic ache, a physical reminder of the night the room went black. Every beat of my heart seemed to say: Justice. Justice. Justice.

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