The entire room turned toward me at once.
I felt heat rush into my face.
Megan blinked rapidly. “What?”
Harold removed another document.
“Eleanor Thompson anticipated potential disputes regarding family assets after her death. Particularly concerning the Steinway.”
My mother’s voice sharpened instantly.
“You manipulated a dying woman.”
Harold finally looked at her.
“No, Diane. I protected a lucid woman from exactly what eventually happened.”
That landed hard enough to physically change the room.
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