Betrayal, Probate, and a Forged Will: How My Inheritance Fight Began After a Funeral
The house still carried the aftertaste of mourning when I unlocked the front door. Wet earth clung to the soles of my shoes. The cemetery grass had been slick, and my coat smelled faintly of cold rain and lilies, the kind of floral perfume that always seems too bright for a day like that. Even…