with her estate attorney before she passed.”
That silenced them.
I opened the envelope and pulled out copies of the letter Grandma had left for me.
To my family: If you are reading this because Nora has refused you entry, understand that she is honoring my wishes, not betraying them.
Mom stepped forward, pale beneath her makeup.
“Nora, we’re your parents.”
“You were my parents every Christmas you forgot me too.”
Dad looked away.
My sister Lauren crossed her arms.
“This is punishment because Grandma loved you more.”
“No,” I
