helped you when you were starting out.”
“You gave me four thousand dollars twelve years ago. I repaid it.”
Madison came onto the line.
“Insurance will cover some of it. Sell what’s left and help me.”
That was when I understood how certain they were that they had won.
I said quietly,
“You three should get lawyers.”
Dad grabbed the phone.
“Are you threatening us?”
“No. I’m being courteous.”
By noon, Sterling Hospitality’s regional president was standing beside me in the wreckage.
He looked around, then at the tablet containing
