Inheritance & Estate Planning
She’d known. She had left all this to him, and now it was mine.
My phone buzzed on the table. Megan, of course. I didn’t answer, but the text lit up the screen.
Geographic Reference
How’s the shack, Hannah? Still smell like mold?
I stared at it and almost laughed. If only she knew.
The night wore on as I went through the box. Land deeds, bank statements, Dad’s notes. The deeper I dug, the clearer it became. This wasn’t just property. It was leverage. It was power. And I was the one holding it.
By midnight, I finally ate the stew. It was damn good. Marine good.
I sat there at the table staring at the documents, the ring of Rose glinting in one of the photos, and thought about what Megan would say if she knew. She’d call me unworthy. She’d try to take it. And for the first time
