For the first time since my mother’s death, the room fell completely silent. No one argued. No one had an explanation left to offer.

Selina stared at the divorce papers again. The reality of the situation finally settled in, and she understood there was nothing left to negotiate.

Jameson pleaded with me to reconsider. He claimed that everything he had done was an attempt to help his brother during a difficult time.

I reminded him of the truth. He had ignored me when I needed support, abandoned me during the hardest months of my life, and treated my mother’s legacy as a solution to his family’s problems-