“Oh, please, all of that is in the past now,” she said, waving her hand as if shooing away a pesky fly.

“Everett forgave him, and they kept going to the country club together every Sunday right up until the very end.”

The end had come far too quickly for all of us.

It had only been three weeks since we laid my father to rest after a brutal eight-month battle with illness.

I hadn’t had enough time to tell him everything I wanted to, or to ask why my brother, Kyle, had pulled away from me to cling to Calvin instead.

“My father didn’t leave Calvin a single cent,” I stated firmly, because my dad was many things, but he was never a fool.

For a brief moment, the confident smile on Tabitha’s face began to falter.

“We’ll see about that tomorrow—especially since Kyle doesn’t seem to agree with your assessment.”

A sudden chill ran down my spine at the mention of my brother.