I didn’t answer immediately.
Instead, I reached for my glass of water, took a slow sip, and let the moment stretch. For months, I had been the one caught off guard. The one reacting. The one trying to piece together a reality that didn’t make sense.
Not anymore.
“What she meant,” I said calmly, “is that your grandfather was a much smarter man than you ever bothered to realize.”
Lauren frowned. “Natalie, this isn’t the time for cryptic—”
“Oh, I think it’s exactly the time,” I cut in, my voice still soft but now edged with something sharper. “Because the two of you walked in here expecting a scene. Tears. Maybe begging. Instead, you got… paperwork.”
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