At eight, I lost my parents to the sea. Grandpa Whitmore became my whole world, steady, and protective. When he died right before my graduation, I expected grief.<\/p>\n
I didn\u2019t expect to be pushed out of the only home I\u2019ve ever known.<\/p>\n
I was eight when the ocean took my parents.<\/p>\n
They went on a cruise for their anniversary, and a storm erased them. People told me I was \u201cso strong.\u201d It always felt disingenuous.<\/p>\n
Grandpa Whitmore took me in without hesitation.<\/p>\n
Everyone else called him Mr. Whitmore, but to me he was the man who learned how to braid hair and make grilled cheese without burning it.<\/p>\n
He worked too much, slept too little, and still remained kind.<\/p>\n
At night he read me adventure stories until my eyes went heavy.<\/p>\n
\u201cOne more chapter,\u201d I\u2019d whisper. He\u2019d sigh like I was asking him to lift a car. \u201cFine,\u201d he\u2019d say, smiling, \u201cbut you owe me a curtain call tomorrow.\u201d<\/p>\n
He took me to dance classes even when money was tight.<\/p>\n
He sat in the front row at every recital, hands folded like he was watching something holy.<\/p>\n
Afterward, he\u2019d hug me and say, \u201cThat\u2019s my girl,\u201d like it was a promise.<\/p>\n
When I got into college, graduation became his favorite topic.<\/p>\n
\u201cCap and gown,\u201d he\u2019d say, poking my forehead. \u201cI\u2019m gonna clap so loud they\u2019ll think it\u2019s thunder.\u201d I\u2019d laugh, but I believed him.<\/p>\n
Then, last week, he died.<\/p>\n
The funeral blurred into black clothes and lilies and people saying, \u201cHe\u2019s in a better place.\u201d I nodded until my neck hurt, because if I stopped nodding I might start screaming.<\/p>\n
After the service, the lawyer gathered us for the will reading.<\/p>\n
Claire was already there, polished and calm in a tailored dress. My mother\u2019s sister.<\/p>\n
My aunt, technically. She smiled at me and said, \u201cSweetheart,\u201d like it tasted sweet.<\/p>\n
The lawyer started with small things.<\/p>\n
Grandpa\u2019s watch to a cousin, his tools to the neighbor who fixed our fence. Then he cleared his throat and said, \u201cThe house at 14 Briar Lane goes to Claire Whitmore.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared at him like he\u2019d said my name wrong.<\/p>\n
I turned to Claire, waiting for shock, confusion, anything human.<\/p>\n
She crossed her legs and smoothed her skirt. \u201cWell,\u201d she said, \u201cit\u2019s about time.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s my home,\u201d I managed.<\/p>\n
Claire\u2019s smile sharpened. \u201cIt\u2019s my house now.\u201d She leaned in, voice soft.<\/p>\n
\u201cSweetheart, you have until tonight to take your junk and leave.\u201d<\/p>\n
My lungs forgot how to work.<\/p>\n
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