I honored my dad’s memory by keeping the house he left me….

“But it’s my house,” I whispered to no one.

***

Two months of hell followed. Dishes piled up, laundry sat in the washer until it reeked of mildew, and food vanished from the fridge. No rent, no help with bills, and not even a “thank you.”

I was washing the breakfast dishes again one morning when Tyler and Gwen came into the kitchen, practically glowing.

“Katie,” he announced, his arm around Gwen’s waist, “we have amazing news.”