The weight of those words settled like armor across my chest. For the first time since the funeral, I felt like the ground under me was solid.
Robert studied me.
“You’ve served your country. You understand discipline and patience. This is no different. You hold the advantage. Don’t let them bait you into rash moves.”
I gave a short laugh.
“That’s Megan’s specialty, baiting.”
He smiled.
“Then you’ll have to specialize in not biting.”
I left his office lighter than I’d walked in. Driving back toward the mountains, I kept thinking about Dad’s words. Build something with it. Megan would sell everything to the highest bidder. I wanted something that lasted.
When I pulled into the cabin’s driveway, Jack was there chopping wood. He eyed the folder in my hands.
“So, you bulletproof now?”
“Pretty much,” I said. “Dad set everything up. Megan’s got no legal ground.”
