After my mom’s funeral, my stepdad forced me to hand over the 50-million-dollar inheritance to his son or leave the house. I slapped him and left the house, but the next day, my stepdad called me in a panic because…

After my mom’s funeral, the air in our house felt heavier than the black clothes still draped over chairs. People had gone home, casseroles were stacked in the fridge, and the quiet was the kind that made every floorboard creak…