The Folder My Father Left
Hollingworth tried to steer his team back to open water.
“We can discuss all of this in a formal mediation—” “No,” I said.
“We discuss it here, now, because you invited me here to corner me.” My mother folded her hands as if in prayer.
“Katya, please.
Don’t make this a public scandal.” “Was it a scandal when you brought five lawyers to force me out of my father’s estate under threat of ruining me?” “I did it for Fergus!” she snapped.
Fergus’s head whipped toward her.