After my husband’s funeral, grief was the hardest part—until my mother-in-law told me to leave the house that was still filled with his presence. Suddenly, I was a widow pushed out of my own home, left to care for our little daughter, Ellie, alone.
With no other options, I moved us into a bleak motel. But I refused to give up. With the help of my best friend Abby, a sharp lawyer, I fought to reclaim the house my husband had left to me.
Despite my mother-in-law’s smug confidence, the law—and a life insurance policy—were on my side. I bought back the house, turning a devastating loss into a victory for Ellie and me.
Now, as Ellie laughs and plays in our home again, I know I didn’t just survive—I won.
