This was just the beginning of the legal battle; the true fight lay ahead.
But for the first time since that devastating message, I allowed myself a small, grim smile. The lakehouse, my grandmother’s legacy, would be defended. And as for my parents, they would face the consequences of their betrayal.
I glanced at the Eiffel Tower once more, its lights flickering in the distance.
In that moment, I promised myself that I would visit the lakehouse again, not just in memory, but in reality. It would take time, and it would take strength, but it was a promise I intended to keep.
