I unlocked my penthouse and found a stranger living inside. My brother shrugged. “I sold it last week.” Mom wiped fake tears. “We needed startup capital for him. You can always buy another.” I didn’t argue. I didn’t shout. I ordered a full audit — and that was the moment their world collapsed.
My key slid into the lock, a familiar ritual after a fifteen-hour flight, but it didn’t turn. It hit a wall of resistance. It was dead. I jiggled it, thinking …
I unlocked my penthouse and found a stranger living inside. My brother shrugged. “I sold it last week.” Mom wiped fake tears. “We needed startup capital for him. You can always buy another.” I didn’t argue. I didn’t shout. I ordered a full audit — and that was the moment their world collapsed. Read More