After four years of silence, my son Brian reappeared at my doorstep, not to apologize, but with a lawyer demanding I leave my own house. Brian had changed since his father’s death—he took his dad’s belongings and vanished. Now, he wanted my home too.
But there was something familiar about the lawyer. When Brian stepped away, the lawyer introduced himself—James, my high school sweetheart. He had a plan.
The next morning, James calmly explained to Brian that his actions after his father’s death—taking and selling items without permission—were theft. If Brian didn’t drop the lawsuit, everything would come to light.
Realizing the legal trouble he was in, Brian reluctantly agreed to drop the case. James had turned the tables with the truth, not revenge. Karma had worked in an unexpected but fitting way.
