“That’s insane,” I snapped. “Dad prepared everything months before he passed. It was airtight.”
Robert’s tone was steady.
“It is airtight. But lawsuits aren’t always about winning, they’re about wearing you down. Megan knows if she drags this out, it’ll cost time and money. She’s betting you’ll cave.”
“She doesn’t know me very well,” I muttered.
Robert chuckled softly.
“That’s the spirit. I’ll file the first response today. Don’t engage with her directly, only through counsel.”
But Megan didn’t give a damn about legal advice. She called me an hour later, her voice dripping with mock concern.
“Hannah, why are you making this harder? You know the cabin should be shared. Dad never meant to cut me out.”
“Funny,” I said. “His signature on every legal document says otherwise.”
“You think you’re clever, hiding behind some lawyer, but courts look at fairness. And when I explain how you’ve manipulated Mom, how you abandoned family for the army, how you’re unstable from deployments—”
