I stood over two coffins while my parents lounged on a beach with my brother, calling my husband and daughter’s funeral ‘too trivial to attend.’ Then, just days later, they showed up at my door demanding $40,000. My mother snapped, ‘After everything we’ve done for you, you owe us.’ I looked them dead in the eye, opened the folder in my hands, and watched their faces drain of color. They had no idea what I’d discovered.
Chapter 1: The Mud and the Margarita The rain did not fall; it assaulted the earth. It came down in heavy, relentless gray sheets, turning the graveyard dirt into a thick, clinging mud that stained the hem of my black wool dress. I stood beneath a dripping canvas canopy, the cold seeping through the soles…
