His estate would go to his biological daughter only if she had been present during his final days. If not, it would automatically transfer to the person who never left his side.
Since she never came, everything—his house, his savings, his business—was legally mine.
I felt the air leave my lungs. I hadn’t asked for any of it. I would’ve given anything just to have him back.
Vanessa kept crying, but all I could think about was Henry’s familiar, gentle voice telling me, “Family isn’t blood. It’s who shows up.”
Even in death, he proved he was fair.
Even in death, he reminded me that love—not DNA—is what truly makes someone a parent.
Note: This story is a work of fiction inspired by real events. Names, characters, and details have been altered. Any resemblance is coincidental. The author and publisher disclaim accuracy, liability, and responsibility for interpretations or reliance. All images are for illustration purposes only.
