That night, on my way home, I got a text from Lucas: “Mom, can you come over? We need money for a reservation.”

For the first time in my life, I didn’t answer right away.
I stood in front of my door, took a deep breath, and dialed a new number: a lawyer’s.

I had a company to reclaim.

A life to rebuild.

And an inheritance to use not for them… but for myself.