“There is absolutely nothing for us to talk about, as this is my father’s house.”
“It is actually your father’s estate,” she corrected me, savoring every syllable of the word. “Simon was like a son to him for a very long time, so the least we can expect is to receive what is rightfully ours.”
I felt the heavy weight of the metal scissors in my grip and felt a surge of cold anger.
“Are you talking about the same Simon who cheated on his wife with his own secretary?” I asked in a low, steady voice.
“Oh, please, all of that is in the past now,” she said while waving her hand as if she were shooing away a pesky fly. “Harrison forgave him, and they continued to go to the country club together every Sunday right until the very end.”
The end had come far too quickly for all of us.
It had only been three weeks since we laid my father to rest after a brutal eight-month battle with cancer. I didn’t have enough time to tell him everything I wanted to, or to ask why my brother, Jesse, had pulled away from me to cling to Simon instead.
“My father didn’t leave Simon a single cent,” I stated firmly, knowing that my dad was many things, but he was never a fool.
For a brief moment, the confident smile on Misty’s face began to falter.
“We will see about that tomorrow, especially since Jesse doesn’t seem to agree with your assessment.”
