“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.”
“Oh, I have a pretty good idea,” I shot back.
Her eyes narrowed.
“Then you understand why it should be handled by someone with experience. I’ve already had Summit Realty draft potential buyers. The offers will be substantial.”
“You went behind my back to appraise my property?” I asked, my voice rising.
“Our property,” she corrected smoothly.
I slammed my hand on the table.
“No. Mine. Dad’s will was clear. He left the cabin and the land to me. End of story.”
Mom’s voice cut through, icy.
