“And part of that money kept your mother alive.
The land was never legally yours.
It was a promise, not a deed.”
“It was mine!” Gideon’s voice cracked.
“It was always supposed to be mine.”
“Even if every word of that were true,” Daniela said, quiet and immovable, “it would not give you the right to forge a signature, divert a dollar, or gamble your parents’ home.