A wave of nausea washed over me, so intense that I had to sit down. All those years. Every excuse for the holidays. Every family member who told me I was selfish, dramatic, ruthless. They knew there was something to hide.
“You stole from me,” I said.
Her voice hardened. “Be careful with that word.”
“What should I call it?”
“I call it survival.” Her breath came in gasps over the phone. “There were debts, Emily. Bigger than you can imagine. Your grandfather took out a loan, mortgaging the future mining rights to this land. When gas prices skyrocketed, the investors came back. I made some deals so this family could get by.”
“This family?” I said. “You kicked me out.”
“You should never have found out like this.”
Those words pierced me like ice. Then came the twist.
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