Over the next few weeks, I found myself navigating a maze of emotions and decisions. There were calls to make, legal avenues to explore, and a family dynamic that was shifting beneath my feet.
My sister was my sounding board, offering support without judgment. « It’s a lot to process, » she said one evening, her voice gentle.
« Tell me about it, » I replied, exhaustion creeping into my tone.
Emails were exchanged with lawyers, each one a step closer to understanding the full implications of the revelation.
One morning, a particularly dense legal document arrived. As I read through it, the weight of what lay ahead settled on my shoulders.
« This is going to take time, » my lawyer had warned during our last meeting. « But we’re making progress. »
Progress was slow, but it was there. And with each step, I felt a little more prepared for whatever came next.
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