My father cleared his throat, an uncomfortable sound that cut through the tension like a knife. “This changes things,” he said, his voice measured, controlled.
I nodded, feeling the weight of what I had just set in motion.
My sister shifted in her seat, her eyes narrowing slightly as she regarded me with a mix of curiosity and skepticism.
“So, what does this mean for us?” she asked, her tone sharper than I expected.
I took a deep breath, trying to keep my voice steady. “It means that the estate isn’t as empty as we thought, and there are decisions to be made.”
My brother leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, his gaze fixed on me intently. “And you’re the one making those decisions?”
His question hung in the air, the implications clear to everyone in the room.
I nodded again, feeling the weight of their scrutiny on my shoulders.
“We need to talk about this,” my father said, his voice firm but not unkind. “All of us.”
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