Not large.
Four hundred and eighty square feet.
One bedroom.
One bath.
Kitchenette.
Wood stove.
Porch.
The cave remained behind it.
I kept the cave untouched except for cleanup.
I could not erase the place that saved me.
My mother hated the cabin project.
She said I was wasting valuable land.
Then she did something I did not expect.
She filed a claim.
Her attorney argued my grandfather had lacked capacity when he executed the trust provisions.
Maya had warned me.
Still, it hurt.
My own mother sued me over the one thing my grandfather left me.
Samuel stopped speaking to her.
Mark supported her.
Lily was furious.
I asked Lily not to get involved.
She said.
“She kept you from me.”
“I know.”
“She lied.”
“I know.”
“She knew about the land.”
“I know.”
“And you want me to stay out?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“Because you’re seventeen.”
“This is adult damage.”
