After our parents passed, the only thing keeping me afloat emotionally was the trust fund they left behind—an equal split meant to give both me and my sister a fresh start. I figured letting her, the accountant in the family, manage it made sense. But weeks turned into months, and I never saw a dime. I asked her casually, but she always brushed it off with vague answers about paperwork and delays. Then, out of nowhere, I stumbled upon her gushing online about her new vacation home—a massive beachside escape, fully furnished and bought outright. It didn’t take long to realize where the money had gone. I didn’t scream, didn’t call, didn’t even text her. Instead, I knocked on her door unannounced—with something that made her face go ghost-white. She had no idea I’d uncovered everything… or that I wasn’t alone when I showed up.
The drive to Emma's vacation house felt longer than it should have. As I stood outside, heart pounding, I wasn't exactly sure what I'd say when she opened the door. My mind raced with thoughts of how betrayed I felt. But looking at this fancy home, I knew it was time for answers. I adjusted my grip on the paperwork I brought with me and prepared for whatever confrontation lay ahead.