After four years of silence, my son Brian showed up with a lawyer, demanding I vacate my home. The last time I saw him, he’d taken his father’s belongings after his death and disappeared. I’d accepted his absence, but this was a shock.
To my surprise, the lawyer wasn’t just any attorney—he was James, my high school sweetheart. He’d come to my rescue, offering support and a plan to stop Brian. James revealed that Brian’s actions—taking and selling my husband’s belongings—were theft, and that would come to light if he pursued the lawsuit.
James called Brian, and after a tense conversation, Brian dropped the case. The truth had won without revenge, and I realized the power of honesty—and the unexpected return of an old friend.