When Dad died, my sister Lara got the house. I was left with an old chessboard. At first, I thought it was Dad’s final insult a hollow gesture while Lara walked away with everything.But then, while handling the chess pieces, I heard something rattling inside. There was more to that chessboard than met the eye.At the will reading, Lara sneered, “A house for me, a game for you.”
Later, she challenged me to a game in the park, mocking the chessboard’s significance. She smashed the pieces in frustration, but I found the strange noise inside one of them a hidden secret Dad left behind.Lara invited me to a family dinner, pretending peace and civility. But the tension was palpable. Our mother sided with Lara, pressing me to leave. I stayed silent, knowing the real game was just beginning.
