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.