the lake house.”
Charles looked at her calmly.
“That is not what your father’s current trust says.”
“But Daniel is the oldest son.”
Charles said nothing.
Meredith turned sharply toward my husband.
“Daniel?”
Daniel was still holding my hand.
But his grip had changed.
It no longer felt reassuring.
It felt possessive.
Then he leaned toward me and whispered something I would remember for the rest of my life.
“Don’t get confused by the wording. Dad’s house is still family property.”
I stared at him.
“What?”
“I heard what Charles
