Jason and I spent fifteen years together. When his parents threw him out at 17, my family took him in, helped him finish high school, and supported him through it all. Despite being together for so long, we were never officially married. Ten years ago, Jason saved enough to buy a house. Four years ago, he was diagnosed with cancer. As his health declined, I stepped in, helping him pay the mortgage and care for him in every way I could. In March, cancer took him. After all these years of absence, his family suddenly reappeared. A month ago, they reached out—demanding I hand over the keys to the house. They even brought a lawyer with them, confident they had the law on their side. They had no idea that I had a background in law myself.