“I’m taking the required action. I mean, this is my new home.”
Something chilly twisted in my gut. “Your house? What topic are you discussing?”
“Looks like you should’ve attended the will reading.” Jessica pulled up a clean sheet of paper, and at the bottom there was my dad’s signature, as obvious as day. “Guess your dad knew who deserved it most, huh?”
I staggered and held on to the car door for stability. “That isn’t feasible. Dad would never do it.
“Oh, but he did.” She smirked as she idly examined her flawless manicure.
