“A foundation?”
I looked at her.
“Yes. Housing, training, support for veterans and women left behind by families like ours. Dad believed in it. He prepared for it. And I’m making it real.”
Megan’s laugh was sharp, almost manic.
“You’re insane. Giving away millions to strangers when your own family needs it.”
I locked eyes with her.
“Family? The one who mocked me as a stinking woman. The one who kicked me out of Mom’s house like I was nothing. That family.”
Her jaw tightened. For once, she didn’t have a quick comeback.
I turned to Mom.
“And you? You sat silent. You let her treat me like garbage. And now you’re shocked Dad trusted me more. Respect goes both ways, Mom. You can’t demand it when you’ve never given it.”
Tears welled in her eyes.
“Hannah, I—”
Her voice broke, but Megan wasn’t done. She shot to her feet, pointing a manicured finger at me.
