Destroy families? We were barely a family to begin with. Those connections had been threadbare, held together by nothing more than shared last names and occasional holiday gatherings.
I sighed, setting my phone aside. “Why would Linda do this? We weren’t even close.”
David shrugged, his eyes soft with understanding.
“Maybe you need to find out.”
I nodded. Something told me this inheritance was more than just a financial transaction. It felt like an unfinished story, waiting to be understood.
So, I decided to dig through the house to see if I could find any clues.
The vacation home looked exactly as I remembered when I entered. Nestled on the edge of a serene lake, it had always been my dad’s favorite place.
We used to fish on the dock for hours, talking about everything and nothing.
Standing in the doorway, I felt like a ghost of my former self. Each step was a journey through time, my fingers tracing familiar surfaces, collecting memories like dust.
