Six Years After the Lake Trip, One Blue Envelope Upended Everything Clara Believed
“We’ve got a firm deadline coming up on December twelfth.”
“What happens on December twelfth?” Sophie asked, putting her water glass down on the table with a dull thump.
“The court signs the final distribution order,” Dean said, keeping his eyes on me the whole time.
“The lake property and all the timberland around it go permanently into the family land trust, under my sole management.”
“Daniel promised that lot to our boys,” I said.
“And I’m protecting his legacy so you never have to worry about property taxes or upkeep again,” Dean said, reaching down into his briefcase.
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