I grabbed my phone and dialed.
Mom. She answered on the second ring.
“Hannah,” she said, cautious.
“Mom, did you know Megan sent realtors to my cabin this morning?”
There was silence, then a sigh.
“She just wants to make sure everything’s in order. She thinks maybe the land could be developed.”
“Developed?” I snapped. “She doesn’t own it. Dad left it to me. What part of that do you two not understand?”
Her tone hardened.
“You don’t need to raise your voice. Megan is trying to help. You’re a soldier, Hannah, not a landowner. She has the experience to manage this.”
I closed my eyes.
“She doesn’t want to manage it. She wants to steal it.”
“Don’t be dramatic,” Mom said flatly. “She’s thinking of the family’s future.”
There it was again, the family card, always stacked in Megan’s favor.
