I inherited a cabin while my sister got a Miami apartment. When she mocked me: “Fits you perfectly, you stinking woman!” and told me to stay away, I decided to spend the night at the cabin… When I got there, I froze in place at what I saw…

answered. 

“Well,” she said, her voice syrupy sweet. “How’s our little shack treating you? Drafty, falling apart?”

“It’s fine,” I said flatly.

She gave a mocking laugh.

“Of course it’s fine for you. Fits you perfectly, isolated, simple, nothing special.”

I gripped the phone tighter.

“Megan, what do you want?”

“I was just thinking,” she said casually. “Mom and I could help you manage the property. You don’t have time for this. With your deployments and all, it would make sense for me to handle it. You’d still get visits, of course. Holidays, maybe. Doesn’t that sound easier?”

I let silence hang for a beat.

“No. Dad left it to me. I’ll handle it.”

Her tone sharpened.