My daughter-in-law kicked me out of the house three days after I buried my son. She thought I was just a broke old woman, with no strength and no one left. I had just kissed Andrew’s urn when Camille put my suitcases on the curb. She was wearing my jewelry. And the first thing she said was, “There’s no point in you staying here anymore.”
“Mom, if you’re reading this, Camille has already shown her true face… and that means we can finally take back everything she stole without her being able to stop us.” I had to stop. The paper trembled between my fingers. Attorney Arriaga offered me a glass of water, but I couldn’t take it. My throat…
