But not with the beach house. That was the one thing she hadn’t been able to rewrite, no matter how hard she tried.
My phone buzzed against my leg, jerking me out of my thoughts. I pulled it out and glanced at the screen.
Victoria.
I’ve already told the local police you’re not welcome there, her text read. Don’t embarrass yourself by trying to break in.
My eyebrow twitched. Break in. To my own house.
Instead of replying, I opened a new message and forwarded her text to Margaret, adding a brief explanation.
She’s claiming Dad signed the deed to her. Says I’m banned, and she’s told the local police I’m not allowed on the property.
The three dots appeared almost immediately.
Time to show our cards, Margaret replied. I’ve got all the paperwork ready.
Before I could even put the phone down, another message popped up—this time from a different number.
Lily.
Mom told me what you did, her text said. You deserve it. You know you’ve never been part of this family anyway.
I stared at the words, a mix of anger and bitter amusement bubbling up.