family heirloom, and it should have stayed closed.”
Marlene’s face drained of color. “I didn’t say that.”
But she had.
Joanne touched her sister’s elbow. “Marlene. Please.”
“No.” Marlene turned to Halsey. “I’m contesting the will. Today. I want it on record. He married her for money, and now he’s walking out of here with God knows what stuffed in a piece continue reading …
