I dressed for a birthday, not a battle—Luca’s cardigan, his favorite lemon cake. Two years after his death, I still showed up for his family. But the moment I stepped into Noreen’s house, the air shifted. Cold stares, clipped words, and finally: “You need to go. You’re not family. Not anymore.” Humiliated, I left—until my niece called. She’d overheard Kara...