After their passing, my brother and I sat together in the lawyer’s office, the air heavy with quiet grief. We expected the formalities, maybe even a few surprises, but nothing prepared us for what we heard next.
The estate — the house, the savings, every asset — was left entirely to a charity. Not one line mentioned us.
I didn’t. Neither of us did.
We left that office in silence, our emotions tangled — confusion, hurt, disbelief. How could our parents, who had always valued family above all, make such a choice?
For weeks, I replayed every memory, every conversation, looking for clues. I felt like the ground beneath me had shifted. Were we not enough? Did they doubt our love?
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