*Two weeks before the trip, Gwen called me.
She said she needed to see me.
She said she had found something in our father’s estate papers — something that proved the will had been changed without her knowledge.
She said she had a lawyer.
She said she was going to take me to court and that she would win.
I went to meet her.
That was the photograph.
I went alone because I didn’t want to worry you.*
“She was being threatened,” Daniel said.
“She was being warned,” I said.
“There’s a difference.”
I kept reading.
*At the meeting, Gwen told me that if I didn’t sign over half of what remained of my inheritance, she would make sure I regretted it.
I asked her what that meant.
She didn’t answer.
She just looked at me with that flat expression she used to get when we were children, when she had already decided something and there was no point arguing.
I left frightened.
I came home and I didn’t sleep.
