Every one of those assets belonged to my family.
When my driver pulled into the driveway, I found my belongings stuffed into black garbage bags beside a flashy luxury car that belonged to David’s girlfriend.
Through the upstairs windows, I could see them holding champagne glasses.
They were celebrating.
Celebrating on the same day I buried my mother.
Oddly enough, I didn’t cry.
I didn’t yell.
I didn’t even knock on the door.
Instead, I made a single phone call.
The line was answered immediately.
“Apex Security Command. Sarah, we’re deeply sorry for your loss. How can we assist you?”
Keeping my eyes fixed on the mansion windows, I gave one instruction.
“Activate full property reclamation procedures.”
While I Was Standing at My Mother’s Funeral
