“What documentation?”

Rebecca’s smile sharpened. “We’ve done our homework. A property like this carries enormous liability. One accident on that dock, one maintenance issue, one mistake with a customer at the bait shop, and you could lose everything.

We’re trying to protect you.”

Gerald opened the leather folder. “We consulted counsel. There may be grounds to contest Eleanor’s will, given your age, your financial history, and the strained relationship with your daughter.

A court may question whether it’s reasonable for you to manage this alone.”

I looked directly at Rebecca. “Are you applying legal pressure on me from my own lawn?”