The days that followed were quieter, the tension slowly dissipating. I spent time talking with Karen, figuring out how we could navigate the new family dynamics.
« I still can’t believe he did it, » she said during one of our conversations, a touch of disbelief in her voice.
« Neither can I, » I admitted, « but I think we’ll be okay. » It was more a hope than a certainty, but it was a start.
Mr. Greene called to check in, and I felt a sense of relief when he said there were no further developments. « It seems like things have settled—for now, » he said, his voice calm.
I thanked him for his help, knowing that his support had been invaluable throughout the process.
Life continued, albeit with a few adjustments. My brother and I maintained a cautious relationship, both of us aware of the delicate balance we needed to preserve.
As the weeks passed, I found solace in the knowledge that while the papers had changed our lives, they hadn’t defined them. We were still family, after all.
Read more on the next page ⬇️⬇️⬇️
