The lawyer stayed calm. “I’m telling you that Arthur made a legally binding decision.”
Claire spoke next, her voice tight. “And we’re just supposed to accept that?”
Mark said nothing. He just stared at me, like he was trying to figure me out.
I swallowed. “I didn’t ask for this.”
“No,” Daniel said sharply. “But you’re not exactly refusing it either.”
“I need some time to think,” I added.
“That works for me. You’ll have three days from now to give us your decision. Same time, same place,” Thomas concluded.
That night, I sat at my kitchen table long after the kids had gone to bed.
My bills were stacked in the corner, a flickering light above me that I kept meaning to fix.
Arthur’s house could change everything.
But his voice kept echoing in my head.
Turn it into something that serves the neighborhood.
I pressed my hands against my face.
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