Part 2: The Money She Thought She Was Entitled To
It had started with money.
About two years earlier, Vanessa had called me late one evening.
Not to ask how I was.
Not to check on me.
She wanted to know how much I had in my savings account.
I remember staring at my phone for several seconds before answering.
“Why would you need to know that?”
There was a pause.
Then she laughed.
“Oh, Clara. I’m just asking.”
“You’ve never asked me that before.”
“I’m your daughter-in-law. We’re family.”
Family.
That word sounded different when Vanessa said
