When my uncle passed away, I never imagined his death would pull me into the darkest chapter of my life. He had no children of his own, and everyone knew I was his favorite.
He raised me like a daughter, paid my school fees, and promised that one day I would inherit the small properties and savings he had worked for all his life.
When the lawyer confirmed it after his burial, I felt both grief and relief. At least his love had not died with him.
The relief did not last. Barely three weeks after the inheritance was released, everything vanished.
The bank account was empty. The house documents were suddenly “under investigation.” Phone calls went unanswered.…CONTINUE READING