About Caleb’s infidelity. About Tessa’s wasted potential. About me — not as an outsider, but as the one person who still showed up, even when it hurt. She hadn’t written them out of the will because she didn’t love them. She did it because they needed a wake-up call.
And I was the only one strong enough to deliver it.That night, everything shifted. Caleb couldn’t deny the truth. Tessa couldn’t pretend she didn’t care. Slowly, painfully, we began to rebuild.Tessa started showing up for her life — even bought a planner. Caleb tried, for once.
And I… I finally felt seen.Our house still has cracks. But there’s light now. And every evening, when I turn on the porch light — the same one Gloria used to stand under — I think of her. Her challenge. Her faith in me.
And how sometimes, the real inheritance isn’t what’s written in a will — it’s the chance to build something better from what’s broken.