“Your grandmother was examined by two physicians in the week before signing this will,” Thomas said, his voice sharp. “Both certified her as being of completely sound mind. In fact, she specifically anticipated this reaction, which is why she insisted on such thorough documentation.”
He pulled out another file.
“I also have her handwritten notes explaining her reasoning, dated and witnessed.”
My mother was crying now, mascara running down her cheeks.
“Rebecca, you knew about this. You knew, and you let him post those things. You set him up.”
“I texted him,” I said quietly, “and asked if he’d read the last paragraph. He chose not to. He chose to ignore it and continue posting. Continue selling. Continue celebrating his inheritance before it was legally his.”
I met Brandon’s eyes.
“I gave you a chance to stop. You didn’t take it.”
Kayla, Brandon’s girlfriend, stood abruptly.
“This is— We already spent some of that money. We put down a deposit on a new truck based on what we’d get from selling that jewelry.”
The silence that followed was profound.
