UNCLE HAROLD’S ESTATE

When I was thirteen, my parents threw me out of the house because I refused to give up a STEM scholarship so my sister could have it instead.

Fifteen years later, I’m the Chief Financial Officer of one of the largest real estate firms in Seattle.

The only man who ever truly chose me as his own — my uncle Harold — is gone, and he left his entire estate to me.

My parents showed up again.

Not to say goodbye to him, but to fight for what they believed was rightfully theirs.

They hired a lawyer and sued me, accusing me of manipulating an old man.

What they didn’t know was that every legal document, every fact of the matter, had already been on my side long before they ever set foot in that will reading.