My stepmother called and told me, “You’re banned from the family beach house. I changed every lock.” She sounded almost delighted. I simply replied, “Thanks for the update.” What she didn’t know was that my mom had placed the house in a private trust under my name before she passed away.
For a moment, I thought she might say something more, but instead, she gave a slight nod and turned to follow her mother to the car, her shoulders slumped with the weight of unspoken thoughts. She didn’t look back.
The officer cleared his throat again, this time more firmly. “Mrs. Hale, is there anything else I can assist you with today?”