“Clean, quiet, no court.

You sign a waiver, we settle the estate between the two families, and everybody walks away in one piece.”

The heron rose off the still water and flew out over the line of trees.

“Fifty thousand,” I repeated to him.

“It’s fair.

Better than fair.

Dad had his reasons, I’m not disputing that, but the lake house was always supposed to stay in the family.”

“I am the family, Spencer.