The uncle I hadn’t seen since I was a kid. He smiled softly. “You’ve grown.”
I blinked, stunned.
“What are you doing here?”
Mike pulled out his phone and showed me a screenshot. It was a Facebook post. Dina, smugly posing in front of my house with sunglasses and her ridiculous leopard scarf.
The caption read: “New beginnings. Finally taking what was meant for me.”
“Your father would’ve lost it if he saw this,” Mike said. “So I started digging.”
Before I could respond, two police cruisers rolled up behind the limo.
“What’s going on?” I whispered. “Stay close,” Mike said. “You’re about to get your house back.”
The officers followed us up to the porch.
Dina answered the door, clutching her mimosa, looking like she’d won the lottery. “Rachel? You can’t just—”
Mike raised his hand.
“Don’t.”
He opened a thick folder. “This is proof that you forged the will, Dina. The original never existed.
The signature was traced. The ‘lawyer’ you hired? Unlicensed, paid in cash.
We’ve got it all: bank records, handwriting analysis, and witness statements.”
Dina’s drink trembled in her hand. “You can’t prove anything!”
“Oh, but we already did.”
The officers stepped forward. “Ms.
Dina, you need to come with us.”
She tried to stall. She tried to argue. But within minutes, she was in handcuffs, her pink slippers soaked in spilled mimosa as she was hauled off the porch.
I watched in stunned silence as the woman who tried to steal my entire life was finally exposed. Mike placed a hand on my shoulder. “You’re not alone anymore, kid.”
Three months later, the court ruled exactly what we all knew: there was no valid will.
Everything legally belonged to me. Dina lost the house, the scam, and even her freedom. Last I heard, she’s living in a one-bedroom above a vape shop, far from the marble kitchen she flaunted online.
And me? I’m home. Finally home.
The cinnamon scent of my mom’s baking fills the air again. Fresh herbs grow in the kitchen window. And the peace lily?
It bloomed last week. Stubborn. Resilient.
Just like me. Sometimes, karma arrives late. But when it does?
It shows up in a limo.
