Over the next few weeks, I found myself navigating a maze of emotions and decisions. There were calls to make, legal avenues to explore, and a family dynamic that was shifting beneath my feet.
My sister was my sounding board, offering support without judgment. “It’s a lot to process,” she said one evening, her voice gentle.
“Tell me about it,” I replied, exhaustion creeping into my tone.
Emails were exchanged with lawyers, each one a step closer to understanding the full implications of the revelation.
One morning, a particularly dense legal document arrived. As I read through it, the weight of what lay ahead settled on my shoulders.
“This is going to take time,” my lawyer had warned during our last meeting. “But we’re making progress.”
Progress was slow, but it was there. And with each step, I felt a little more prepared for whatever came next.
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