Three months after the funeral, she had moved her things into the master bedroom, claiming it was a “temporary” arrangement to look after the place. Soon after, my father changed the locks, effectively barring me from my own home while they began a lucrative side business renting out the dock.
They had spent months slandering my name to the local community, telling anyone who would listen that I had stolen family heirlooms to fund a habit I had kicked years ago. They thought my silence was a sign of weakness,
