After four years of silence, my son Brian returned with a lawyer demanding that I vacate my house. I didn’t know that his lawyer, James, was my childhood sweetheart and had a plan. Brian had distanced himself after his father’s death, taking money and belongings without saying goodbye. Now he was trying to take my home. James privately assured me that he would protect me. The next day, he called Brian and warned him that selling his father’s things without permission was illegal. If he pursued the lawsuit, he would face consequences. Cornered, Brian relented. Over coffee, I learned that justice had come, not with revenge, but with the truth