The family meeting was set for the following Saturday, a simple gathering at Mark’s house.
As I prepared to leave, I felt a mix of determination and apprehension.
Emily had promised to be there, her presence a comforting reminder that I wasn’t alone in this.
When I arrived, Mark greeted me with a nod, his expression unreadable.
The living room was filled with familiar faces, each one a reminder of the family ties that bound us all.
“Let’s get started,” Mark announced, his tone businesslike and efficient.
The discussion began with pleasantries, a thin veil over the underlying tension.
When the topic of the land finally came up, I could feel the room shift, eyes turning towards me.
“Have you thought about what you want to do?” Mark asked, his voice carefully neutral.
I hesitated, the weight of my aunt’s note still fresh in my mind.
“I want to understand what Aunt really wanted for the land,” I replied, my voice steady despite the nerves.
Mark nodded, though his expression remained guarded.
The conversation continued, each word a careful negotiation of family dynamics and personal desires.
As the meeting progressed, I realized that this was only the beginning of a much longer journey.
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