My hands wouldn’t stop shaking, so I twisted the hem of my shirt like it was a life raft. Across from me sat Aunt Dina — technically my dad’s sister, though I’d never once heard him speak kindly about her. She wore a tight red dress like she was headed to a cocktail party instead of a legal meeting about her dead brother’s estate.
She didn’t cry; didn’t even pretend to. The lawyer cleared his throat. “According to the will, the house will be passed on to Ms.
