The evidence was gold. Colin and I filed the papers, and Diane exploded.
She stormed into the nursing home, yelling, “She’s not even family!”
I stayed calm. “You left your father freezing. Someone had to care.”
Weeks later, a nurse found a voicemail from Diane:
“If he dies soon, that’s fine. I’m tired of paying.”
The courtroom went silent.
Pop looked at me and said, “Her. She’s the only one who visits.”
The judge transferred everything to me.
His final months were warm and peaceful.
He passed in his sleep, holding his wife’s photo and a note:
“Thank you for keeping me warm. The coins are for the nurses’ cookies.”
Diane never came. Just sent, “You won.”
I didn’t reply.
Because I had.
Lesson: Doing what’s right isn’t easy—but kindness matters, especially when no one’s watching.
