In the room that looked like a scene from a Hallmark movie, her brother, her aunts, and the lawyer for her late mother were all sitting. “As the lawyer dropped the bomb, I sipped weak tea from one of the broken teacups. My mom saved a lot of money—about $5 million—and she wanted to give it to my brother and aunts. I forced down my tea as I tried to figure out what the heck was going on. Since I didn’t get anything. Zip. Nada.” As the lawyer dropped the bomb, I sipped weak tea from one of the broken teacups. My mom saved a lot of money—about $5 million—and she wanted to give it to my brother and aunts. I forced down my tea as I tried to figure out what the heck was going on. Since I didn’t get anything.
“Not a thing,” the woman wrote. At that moment, tears started to fall from her eyes, and mascara got on her skirt. Her brother and aunts couldn’t hide the grins on their faces. “I thought, ‘How in the world could my mom have hurt me?’ I thought as I wiped my nose with the palm of my hand.” The poor woman kept asking herself, “As a classic overthinker, I began to wonder whether I cared enough for her during those last months.” After that, she saw the lawyer walk up to her and give her an envelope. The woman saw an address written on a piece of paper when she opened it. She didn’t understand what was going on. At first, she thought it might be the home of a storage unit her mom wanted her to clean out. One person who didn’t say anything was the lawyer.
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