After four years of silence, my son Brian unexpectedly returned—not with an apology, but with a lawyer demanding that I vacate my home. Following his father’s death, Brian had disappeared, taking his father’s car, watches, and money without a word. His sudden reappearance was shocking, but his intentions were even more distressing.

When I opened the door, I found Brian standing there with a lawyer. His tone was icy as he declared, “You have until tomorrow to leave this house, or we’ll take it to court.” Stunned, I responded, “You’re suing me for my house?” He coldly asserted, “It belongs to me now.”

However, the lawyer looked familiar. When Brian stepped aside, the lawyer, James, revealed himself to be my high school sweetheart. With a reassuring smile, he whispered, “Don’t worry; I’ve got your back.” We entered the house, and James laid out our plan.

The next day, James contacted Brian to explain the seriousness of his actions. “Taking your father’s belongings after his death is theft, Brian,” he stated firmly. Brian’s confidence waned as he grasped the legal implications of his actions. “Are you serious?” he stammered.

James held his ground. “Yes, and if you pursue this further, we’ll expose everything.” Defeated, Brian muttered, “Fine. I’ll drop it.”

In the end, the truth prevailed, and Brian retreated. Karma had a way of working itself out, not through revenge, but through honesty.