I filed the small claims suit three days ago. I have the video saved, the dry cleaner’s written statement, and a copy of Ava’s post after I screen-recorded it before she deleted it.
Natalie hasn’t spoken to me since. Mark is supporting me completely, though he’s devastated that Ava would do something so cruel, especially after Eleanor’s passing.
Ava has since posted an “apology” video, saying, “I didn’t know it meant that much to her,” while rolling her eyes in the clip. That video, too, has been archived in my evidence folder.
I never wanted it to come to this. All I wanted was a refund, an apology, and real remorse. A moment where Natalie sat down with her daughter and said, “You hurt someone. Now we need to make it right.”
But they chose to dismiss me. They chose to mock Eleanor’s memory. So I’m letting the law step in.
Yesterday, as I was folding laundry, Mark came into the room holding an old scarf Eleanor had knitted. He sat beside me, wrapping it around my shoulders.
“She would’ve been proud of you,” he said softly.
I looked at him, tears filling my eyes.
“I just want her to still matter.”
“She does,” he said. “And you’re making sure of it.”
We sat together in silence, wrapped in Eleanor’s warmth—not from a coat, but from the legacy she left behind in love, in strength, and in standing up for what is right.
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