Panthera: A Thief's Legacy
Two Weeks. It’d been two weeks since Trisha’s mom died. There was nothing out of the ordinary about it, cancer, 55, came out of nowhere – or at least it seemed to. If her mom had known about it earlier she certainly hadn’t told Trisha, which to her seemed all too on brand. To say that she and her mother didn’t see eye to eye would be a gross understatement. There was no juicy drama, no audacious scandal between them, just your usual heaping helping of parental alienation, sprinkled with a heaping side of residual ill will from a childhood without a dad and a mother who apparently felt mere financial support was all her child needed from her. Not exactly gossip fuel, but enough to keep her therapist busy. She couldn’t even remember the last time they talked, much less had a conversation. Probably their yearly Christmas call. Even then calling it a conversation would have been a stretch, mostly it was just pre-packaged holiday pleasantries. Until...