It had only been three weeks since we laid my father to rest after a brutal eight-month battle with cancer. I didn’t have enough time to tell him everything I wanted to, or to ask why my brother, Jesse, had pulled away from me to cling to Simon instead.
“My father didn’t leave Simon a single cent,” I stated firmly, knowing that my dad was many things, but he was never a fool.
For a brief moment, the confident smile on Misty’s face began to falter.
“We will see about that tomorrow, especially since Jesse doesn’t seem to agree with your assessment.”
A sudden chill ran down my spine at the mention of my brother’s involvement.
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