When my mom got sick, I cared for her. After she passed, I found she’d left everything to my ex-husband, Nasir. It didn’t make sense—she was careful, never impulsive. I learned her “lawyer,” Caleb Drury, wasn’t real—he was Nasir’s old college friend posing as an attorney.
With help from a pro bono lawyer, we proved the will was forged: fake notarizations, a bogus address, and a $3,500 “legal fee” Nasir signed in my mom’s name. The court voided the will and restored her original one, leaving everything to me.
Months later, Caleb was arrested for similar frauds. I moved back home, found a letter from Mom telling me she trusted me to find the truth, and asking me to plant daffodils. I did.
Some fights aren’t about money—they’re about love and justice.
