#Chapter 193: Walk Down Memory Lane

The drive to my father's house was quiet, the air filled with unspoken heaviness. I was trying to prepare myself for whatever I was about to experience in that house. I knew it wasn't going to be easy. As Lucas pulled up to the familiar curb, he turned to me, his eyes reflecting concern. "You're sure you're ready for this?" I nodded, looking out the window at the house in front of us. "I don't think I'll ever be ready, but I need to do it eventually." "Bringing up your earlier point," Lucas began to say, "your father most likely had a will, Shana. If he did, then this house is yours now." It felt like I was being hit in the chest with a bag of bricks. This house was mine? "I can get you in touch with my father's lawyer, and they'll help you sort everything out," Lucas reassured me. "But we don't have to think about it right now. We can just go in and get whatever you need." I nodded, grateful for Lucas's support in navigating the tangled aftermath of my father's li