Michael was crying. He hugged me hard. “I didn’t know, Tommy. I swear I didn’t know you did all this.”

“I know you didn’t,” I said, returning the embrace. I pulled back and handed him the envelope. “This is for you. Both of you.”

“What is it?” Sophia asked.

“The deed to the estate,” I said, loud enough for my father to hear. “I transferred it into your names this morning. A wedding gift. Free and clear.”

My father let out a broken sound. “You gave it to him? But I live there. That is my house. You can’t do this to me.”

I turned to look at him. He was shorter than I remembered. Smaller.