The morning after we buried my father, my ex-husband’s new wife walked straight into his garden and told me to begin packing my belongings.

tightened.

Eleanor began by reading the first will.

It was older, written years before my father became ill. In it, the estate was divided evenly between Tyler and me. Mason’s name appeared nowhere, of course, but Tyler’s share would have given him enough influence to force a sale if he chose.

Brooke relaxed visibly.

Mason leaned back.

Tyler stared at his continue reading …