After my father passed away suddenly from a stroke, I returned to my childhood home, only to find my stepmother, Carla, had changed the locks and taped a cruel message to the door. She claimed the house was hers, and I was no longer welcome. But my father had a plan.Three days later, I returned to find my belongings outside, and Carla had called the police on me. Devastated,

I left with my mom’s painting and the ashes of my childhood dog. That night, Dad’s lawyer, Mr. Abernathy, called with shocking news—Dad had updated his will, placing the house in a trust for me.I waited for three weeks as Carla thought she had won. Finally, a court ruling gave me the house. But Carla refused to leave, forcing me to take legal action. With a locksmith, a moving company, and a mobile billboard declaring the house was now mine, I confronted Carla who was furious,