A few weeks after my mother died, my father moved her own sister into the house and started planning a $200,000 wedding like grief had an expiration date. My aunt sneered that Mom had been useless and I was just like her, then shoved me so hard I hit the floor and broke my arm. My father looked at the cast, shrugged, and told me I was too young to understand. I stopped arguing after that. Then, on the morning of their extravagant wedding, my grandmother arrived without an invitation and handed them a black box as a gift. The second my father opened it, the whole house erupted in screams.

A few weeks after my mother died, my father moved her own sister into the house and started planning a $200,000 wedding like grief had an expiration date. My aunt sneered that Mom had been useless and I was just like her, then shoved me so hard I hit the floor and broke my arm. My father looked at the cast, shrugged, and told me I was too young to understand. I stopped arguing after that. Then, on the morning of their extravagant wedding, my grandmother arrived without an invitation and handed them a black box as a gift. The second my father opened it, the whole house erupted in screams.

Part 1: The House After Her

I was nineteen when my father told me my aunt was moving in.