Alexis nursed her partner James through a long illness, holding their life together and turning their house into a home. When he died, grief swallowed her—she wasn’t just losing James but the future they’d built.
At the funeral, his estranged family resurfaced, moved into the house “to help,” then boxed up Alexis’s things and changed the locks, declaring she had no claim because they weren’t married. Erased and stunned, she took refuge with her sister, certain she had nothing left.
Days later, a probate lawyer arrived with James’s will: he’d left everything to Alexis—the house, business, savings, even the cars. In a tense meeting, the lawyer read the ironclad document while the family sputtered and fumed, then left empty-handed. Alexis reclaimed her home and her dignity.
Back in the quiet rooms she’d made with James, Alexis chose peace over revenge. She baked his favorite babka, carried a slice to his grave, and thanked him for protecting her when he no longer could. In the space love left behind, she found the strength to begin again.
