When the lawyer handed me the sealed envelope, my father tried to smile.Family games
It didn’t reach his eyes.
The moment I read the first line, my blood ran cold.
The Funeral Everyone Treated Like a Payday
No one in our family ever spoke my Aunt Vivienne’s name out loud unless they had to.
She was described as “difficult,” “cold,” “impossible.”
What they really meant was: she couldn’t be controlled.
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