“And you? You sat silent. You let her treat me like garbage. And now you’re shocked Dad trusted me more. Respect goes both ways, Mom. You can’t demand it when you’ve never given it.”
Tears welled in her eyes.
“Hannah, I—”
Her voice broke, but Megan wasn’t done. She shot to her feet, pointing a manicured finger at me.
“You won’t get away with this. I’ll contest every document, every survey. I’ll drag you through court until you’re broke and begging.”
I stood too, meeting her glare head-on.
“Try me. Dad’s lawyer anticipated every move you’d make. The paperwork is locked tight. You’ll lose, Megan, and you’ll waste every dollar trying.”
The air crackled with fury. Mom sat frozen, caught between us.
Finally, Megan grabbed her purse.
“This isn’t over,” she hissed, storming toward the door.
I didn’t stop her.
Mom lingered, looking at me with tears streaming down her cheeks.
“I didn’t realize,” she whispered. “I didn’t know what your father planned.”
“You didn’t want to know,” I said softly. “Because it was easier to believe Megan deserved everything. But Dad saw me. He saw what you refused to see.”
She covered her mouth, then hurried after Megan, leaving the cabin quiet again.