My Aunt Kicked Me Out of My Childhood Home After My Parents Died – Just as I Left Crying, a Black Limo Pulled Up
I lost my parents in a single night. No warning. No slow goodbye. Just a phone vibrating on my nightstand, a voicemail I didn’t understand, two police officers standing too far apart, and a hospital corridor that smelled like disinfectant and finality. One moment I was nineteen, worrying about tuition and summer plans. The next,…