Their words burned, but my voice wouldn’t come. My throat felt raw.
Mr. Whitman raised his hand, commanding attention. “Please. Let me finish.”
The silence that followed felt brittle, sharp.
“As for Helen’s biological children — Lisa, Emily, and Jonathan — each of you will receive a bequest of four thousand dollars.”
The silence cracked apart.
“Four thousand?!” Lisa shrieked, her voice high with fury. “That’s an insult. She spent more on a handbag!”
Jonathan slammed his fist on the table, making the glasses tremble. “She lost her mind before she died. That’s the only explanation!”
Emily leaned forward, eyes blazing. “This is your fault,” she spat at me. “She despised you for years. And now suddenly you get everything? What did you do to her, Anna?”
I remained motionless, my eyes fixed on the glossy surface of the table, my heartbeat drumming in my ears. I wanted to shout that I had no explanation. That I was just as stunned as they were.
But the truth was, I didn’t understand why Helen had chosen me either.
When the meeting finally adjourned, I left without speaking. Lisa’s voice still rang through the hallway, sharp and furious. Emily wouldn’t even look my way, clutching her phone like a shield. Jonathan muttered insults as I walked past, his glare cutting into me.
Outside, the cool air struck my face, but it didn’t calm me. My chest felt constricted, my pulse uneven. Acting on impulse, I drove directly to Lakeview Drive.
I had always known Helen owned property there. Yet knowing was nothing compared to seeing it.
As I approached the wrought-iron gates, my breath stalled. The mansion rose before me, its tall windows glowing in the afternoon light. Ivy climbed the stone facade, and a broad porch extended across the front like something out of a dream I wasn’t meant to enter.
“This… this is mine?” I murmured, gripping the steering wheel as though it might disappear if I loosened my hold.
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