“That’s not true,” Mom insisted. But her voice lacked conviction. “The cabin is yours legally. No one’s taking it away. But Megan, she feels like you’re holding on just to spite her.”
My jaw tightened.
“She insulted me. Mom, she humiliated me in front of you and everyone else. And now I’m the problem because I won’t roll over and hand her everything.”
There was a pause.
“I don’t want us to drift apart. Please, Hannah. At least go see the cabin. Stay a night. Clear your head. Maybe then you’ll understand.”
Understand what? That my family had chosen Megan over me. That my inheritance was a joke in their eyes.
I wanted to hang up, but I forced myself to breathe.
“Fine,” I said. “I’ll go, but not for Megan, for Dad.”
The line went silent. Then she whispered, “Thank you,” before hanging up.
I sat there with the phone still in my hand, staring at the blank screen. For Dad. That was the only reason I’d do it. He had wanted me to have that cabin. Maybe he had a reason none of us saw.