My Sister Kicked Me Out of the House After Our Father’s D-eat-h — But She Didn’t Know He Had Foreseen It

“I can’t believe this! Everything is happening just as your father predicted. Come to my office tomorrow—I have something for you.”

“I’ll book you a motel for the night,” he said. “Or a bed and breakfast. Just give me ten minutes, and I’ll send you a car and the address.”

I waited for his text.

When the car arrived, I got into it and the driver took me to a sweet little bed and breakfast.

“Here you go, ma’am,” he said, taking my suitcases out.

I was just unpacking my pajamas when the owner showed up at the door.

“Dawn?” she asked. “Matthew asked me to bring you some dinner. I have mac and cheese and a salad.”

I couldn’t believe how lucky I had gotten with the lawyer. I didn’t know him well, but at least he was taking care of me.

I barely slept that night.

The next morning, I dragged myself to Matthew’s office, exhausted and numb. He greeted me with a warm smile.

“Sit down, kid,” he said. “You’re going to want to be sitting for this.”

“What’s going on?”

He slid a folder across the desk.

“Your father was a smart man, Dawn,” he said. “He knew Charlotte would most likely throw you out the moment she got control of the house.”

“He knew?” I gulped.

“That’s why he made me draw this up,” he said.

Matthew opened the folder.

“Seven years ago, your father inherited a very large sum of money. It was almost two million dollars. It was from a distant relative who didn’t have any children, but your father took care of her when she needed help.”

“What?” I gasped.

“Yeah, he didn’t end up telling either of you. But I’m sure he had his reasons. Now, here’s the catch, Dawn. Your father split the money between you and Charlotte.”

“She gets a share too?” I said slowly, my heart sinking.

“Yes, Dawn. But there’s a condition. Charlotte has to share the house with you equally.”

I sat up straighter. Suddenly, there seemed like a way out of this mess.

“If your sister refuses, she gets absolutely nothing.”

“There’s more,” he continued. “Your father left you this.”

He slid a letter across the table to me.

It was my dad’s writing.

Dawn, my darling,