Grief didn’t knock. It sliced straight through the room and left me breathless. My father was gone, and in the hush of the lawyer’s office, the world tilted. My half-sister got the house, the accounts, the glittering proof of a life measured in numbers. I got a cactus. A small, spined joke. Or so everyo… Continues…
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