“You believe twenty thousand dollars covers eight years of my life and my father’s land?”

Patricia raised her water glass.

“Your father’s land was a cornfield with a gas station on one corner.”

“That cornfield is the whole reason your son’s name is on this house.”

Nobody said a word.

The oven timer went off twice in the kitchen, and she let it keep ringing.

Brooke got up and stacked three plates.

“I’ll get it.