The silence that followed felt like all the air had vanished from the room.
Then my parents exploded.
“That has to be wrong!” my father shouted, jumping to his feet, his face turning red. “Four point seven million? To her? She barely came around!”
“I visited every weekend,” I said quietly. “I drove four hours every Friday night. I just didn’t post about it online.”
My mother spun toward me, her eyes filled with rage.
“You poisoned her mind. You took advantage of an old woman who couldn’t think clearly. You probably kept her medication from her until she signed it.”
“Nana Rose was mentally competent until the end,” Mr. Henderson said sharply. “The signing was recorded. She was very clear about her reasons.”
“This is fraud!” my father roared, slamming the desk. “We are her children. We are the rightful heirs. Elena is nothing. She has no life, no real career, nothing to show for herself.”
