That night, Aunt Janine listened quietly — then said, “Leave it to me.” The next morning, when Ellie returned to retrieve her things, five black SUVs were parked in front of the house. Cheryl looked pale as Aunt Janine stood inside with a team of lawyers and one powerful truth. Ellie’s father had placed the home in a trust — and she was the legal heir.
Cheryl was ordered to vacate the property within the hour. Ellie didn’t gloat — she simply watched, holding back tears of relief. That evening, she and Aunt Janine baked pecan pie and laughed softly in the kitchen. Her childhood room waited, untouched, filled with warmth and memories — the home, like her heart, finally at peace.
