At my father’s funeral, the incense hadn’t even finished burning when my stepmother leaned over and whispered, “You won’t get a thing.” Right in front of everyone, she handed the entire estate over to her own children. Then she snapped her fingers and said, “Get her out of here.”
PART 1 The air inside the church still smelled of lilies when my stepmother, Diane Carter, leaned over my father’s casket and whispered, “You don’t need to worry, Emily. You won’t get a single...