They say you never truly know someone until they betray you. I learned that when I returned from a peaceful vacation in Colorado and found strangers living in my penthouse—the home I had owned for over twenty years. They told me my daughter had sold it while I was away.
When I called her for answers, she laughed and said, “You’re basically homeless now, Mom.” But what she didn’t realize was that there was something about that sale she completely misunderstood. I’m getting ahead of myself.
It started three weeks earlier, when I was finally enjoying a rare moment of peace in the mountains, unaware my entire life was about to change.