Her smile flickered. Barely. Then she gestured toward the house and the lake. “This property is a huge responsibility for someone your age. What if you fall?

What if you get sick? What if nobody finds you?”

Trent stepped in smoothly. “She’s right. We’ve been talking, and honestly, the best solution is for all of us to live here together. We can help manage everything and keep the property in the family.”

Manage everything. I looked at him.

Rebecca peered past me into the house. “We’ll take the main house, naturally. The upstairs suite is perfect for us, and the kids need separate bedrooms.

You’d probably be happier somewhere quieter anyway. The boathouse has that little loft, doesn’t it?”