Grandpa nodded. “Yes. I sold half the farm two months ago. I was going to split the money equally between my four sons and my six grandchildren. Four hundred thousand each.” His gaze swept across the stunned faces. “But after what I witnessed today, none of you deserve it. Not one of you.”
My father’s knees buckled.
He dropped to the floor in front of Grandpa like a man suddenly remembering how to worship. He clutched Grandpa’s hands so hard Grandpa had to pull back slightly.
“Dad, I’m sorry,” my father choked out. “I was wrong. Please—please give me another chance.”
Uncle Edgar rushed in with his own version of desperation. “Dad, we didn’t intend disrespect. We were encouraging Nolan—”
Trent stumbled toward me, tears suddenly appearing as if a faucet had turned on.
“Nolan,” he said, grabbing my arm. “I’m sorry. I was wrong. Please forgive me.”
His hand on me felt like a stranger’s. Like something grasping at a lifeline, not reaching for a brother.
Grandpa’s face remained stone.
It didn’t matter what they said now. He was done listening.
“Get out of my house,” he said.