over that company someday.
I’d imagined stepping aside when I was ready, knowing the business would remain in the family.
But I’d never promised him immediate ownership.
And I’d certainly never given him permission to treat his mother like a temporary guest.
I placed the folder on my desk.
“Look at me, Ethan.”
He reluctantly raised his eyes.
“This home belongs to Linda and me.”
I tapped the paperwork.
“Not to you.”
His jaw tightened.
“The business is also still mine. And our retirement accounts, savings, and estate are ours
