a folder beside Lily’s card.
My mother’s hand began to shake.
Then I remembered the meeting Ethan had insisted on attending with my late grandfather’s attorney two months earlier.
Grandpa had died the previous spring.
Everyone thought his estate had been settled.
Apparently, not everything had been discussed.
Dad stared at the folder.
“Ethan, what are you talking about?”
He opened it.
The first page was a deed.
Not in Mom’s name.
Not in Dad’s.
In Lily’s trust.
Underneath was a letter in Grandpa’s unmistakable handwriting.
My mother whispered, “That’s
