“I’m sorry.”
I closed my eyes.
That sounded like Frank too.
Mr. Delgado slid a glass of water toward me.
“What happens with the house?”
He opened another folder.
That was when I learned Frank had changed his will four months earlier.
The house was not mine.
I laughed.
Actually laughed.
Mr. Delgado looked surprised.
“Sorry.”
I wiped my eyes.
“It’s just… 11 years.”
Brad and Stephanie had spent 11 years accusing me of marrying their father for a house I wasn’t even inheriting.
“What did he do with it?”
Mr. Delgado answered.
Frank had left the property equally to Brad, Stephanie, and me.
One-third each.
But there was a condition.
Nobody could force a sale for two years.
My smile disappeared.
“Why?”
“Because Frank wanted you to have time.”
