For three years, Naomi had cared for her dying mother alone, juggling a newborn while her brother Marcus made excuse after excuse to avoid helping. He refused to visit, refused to pay a single hospital bill, and never once called to ask how their mother had died. Naomi paid for the funeral herself, quietly, expecting nothing in return.

Then Marcus stood at the memorial and claimed full credit for everything, painting himself as the devoted son who’d given their mother a beautiful goodbye. Naomi sat frozen in disbelief until an elderly man rose from the back of the room, holding a worn leather folder, and announced he was their mother’s lawyer, waiting for exactly this moment.