“Yes.”
That hurt.
Of course it did.
But money was not the wound anymore.
Money was merely another room in the hidden house he had built.
“How much?”
Emily shook her head.
“That isn’t what matters.”
“Please don’t decide what matters to me today.”
She went pale.
“You’re right.”
That apology was immediate.
No defense.
I noticed.
Susan did too.
Emily took a breath.
“The trust was funded over time. But last year, before he died, he added something else.”
“What?”
“Part of the lake property.”
I stared at her.
Michael’s family cabin.
The place where we spent summers.
The place where Susan often joined us.
My stomach turned again.
“How much of it?”
“Half.”
I stood so quickly the envelope slipped from my lap.
“No.”
Susan rose too.
I pointed at her.
“Sit down.”
She did.
I paced toward the balcony door.
The lake property had been Michael’s before our marriage.
