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.

lodged beneath my ribs.

“My father was not foolish,” I said carefully. “He would never leave anything to Mason.”

Brooke lowered her voice.

“Tyler doesn’t seem to agree.”

A cold chill moved down my spine.

“You’ve been speaking with my brother?”

“Let’s just say he helped us understand your father’s condition near the end.”

My fingers tightened around the shears.continue reading …