She Planned My Funeral to Seal the Inheritance — She Didn’t Expect Me to Open the Casket

returned to The Willows. The day after the non-funeral, we walked through the front door of the Richmond Hill house together, and she stood in the hallway breathing in the smell of old wood and dust and home.

“This feels surreal,” she murmured. “Like I’m trespassing in my own life.”

“You’re reclaiming it,” I corrected.

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