“I have no idea what she’s talking about.”
“Of course you don’t. You never have to ask for anything. Grandpa just gives it to you.”
Grandpa’s voice became dangerously calm.
“Why would you think I planned to leave everything to Amelia?”
Mom said nothing.
Then Grandpa opened the bottom desk drawer.
He removed a thick envelope.
The same envelope he’d apparently planned to show us before dinner fell apart.
He placed it on the desk.
“I was going to discuss this tonight.”
Mom’s breathing changed.
I could hear it.
“Walter,” she whispered.
Grandpa looked at her.
“You know what this is, don’t you?”
That question frightened me more than anything else.
Mom stepped backward.
Ava wiped her tears.
I looked between them.
“What’s going on?”
Grandpa slid the envelope toward me.
“Open it.”
Inside was a legal document.
I read the first page.
