When Melissa’s MIL coldly kicks her out of a family party, she thinks it’s just another act of spite \u2014 until her niece calls, voice trembling. “You need to come back \u2014 with a lawyer.” A desperate cover-up, and a web of lies unravel. Now, Melissa must fight for what’s rightfully hers.<\/p>\n
I stood in front of Kara’s sprawling home, my fingers clutching the small gift bag I had brought. The knot in my stomach tightened.<\/p>\n
In the two years since Mark’s death, his mother had only rarely included me in anything.<\/p>\n
Usually, Mark’s siblings invited me to family events, even though, strictly speaking, I wasn’t part of their family anymore.<\/p>\n
It was nice to be included though, and I always made an effort to go. When I received Kara’s invitation to her birthday party, I knew I had to attend.<\/p>\n
“You can do this, Melissa,” I whispered to myself, taking a deep breath. “For Mark. For Eleanor.”<\/p>\n
Eleanor. The thought of her made my heart ache all over again.<\/p>\n
Mark’s grandmother had been my rock after he passed, treating me like the daughter she never had. She’d only been gone three months, and I still found myself reaching for the phone to call her whenever something good or bad happened.<\/p>\n
I rang the doorbell, plastering on what I hoped was a convincing smile. The door swung open, and there stood Kara, her lips pressed into a thin line.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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