The nurse’s words lingered in my mind, a reminder of unfinished business and unspoken truths. I flew back to my childhood home, a place of bittersweet memories and unresolved tension. As I stood outside the gates, the familiar weight of the past pressed down on me, but I was no longer the boy who cowered under Vivien’s disdainful gaze. I was a man who had carved his own path, guided by my mother’s unwavering belief in my worth.
The day of the will reading dawned, gray and heavy with impending revelations. Yet, I was unexpectedly barred from entering, with Vivien delivering her cutting remark, “This meeting is only for heirs.” Her words dripped with the same venomous sweetness she’d used throughout my youth. I could almost see the satisfaction gleaming in her eyes as she shut the door in my face.
