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I buried the only man who ever truly showed up for me, and three days later the two people who vanished from my life when I was thirteen walked into a lawyer’s office like they still had a claim on my future. They sat across from me in polished silence, whispering about “what’s fair,” not realizing my uncle had left a final instruction so precise it was about to turn their greed into something they couldn’t talk their way out of.

I’m Holly, and I’m twenty-one years old. Three days ago, I buried the only person who ever truly loved me.

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