I sat there in the dim light, phone heavy in my hand. The truth was laid bare. Mom wasn’t neutral. She was with Megan.
The next day, I decided to face it head-on. I drove back to Albany, to the family home. Pulling up, I saw Megan’s Lexus in the driveway, gleaming like a trophy. When I stepped inside, both of them were waiting in the dining room. Mom sat stiff-backed at the headof the table, Megan lounging beside her with a glass of white wine, confidence dripping from every movement.
“Hannah,” Mom said. “We need to talk.”
I dropped my keys on the counter.
“Funny. That’s exactly how Dad’s will meeting started. Can’t wait to hear how this one ends.”
Megan smirked.
“Still the sarcastic soldier. Dad spoiled you, leaving you that shack. You don’t have the faintest clue what it’s worth.”
