The week after my father’s funeral was a haze of grief, endless condolences, and whispered conversations.
I thought the hardest part was saying goodbye to the man who had been my guide, my shield, my unwavering support.
But grief quickly turned into suspicion when I noticed my in-laws behaving in ways that didn’t make sense.
They were suddenly very interested in the estate, especially the land my father had left me.
At first, I wanted to ignore it. I told myself I was being paranoid, that maybe grief was clouding my judgment. …CONTINUE READING