My Aunt Kicked Me Out of My Childhood Home After My Parents Died – Just as I Left Crying, a Black Limo Pulled Up

The windows, the porch swing, even the cracked path leading to the mailbox, they all felt like ghosts now. And that’s when I saw it. A black limousine glided down the street like something out of a movie.

It stopped right in front of the house. I frowned. Dina definitely didn’t have limo money, unless scamming your dead brother came with perks.

I was about to walk past it, dragging my bags down the driveway, when the door creaked open. “Rachel?”

I froze. A tall man in a gray suit stepped out.Continue reading…