He Was Sure the House and the Company Were His. He’d Never Bothered to Read the Deed, or the Trust My Husband Left

That laugh stayed with me longer than the pain did.

Then my father picked my handbag up off the floor, tossed it out onto the porch beside me, and told me, smug and certain, to go ahead and call whoever I liked.

He was so sure there was no one I could call who would matter.

Chapter 8 — What Declan Anticipated

“What business interests?” I asked Miriam, still sitting on the porch, the folder my father had brought visible through the doorway on the kitchen table.

“What is he even trying to take?”