“Then please sit down.”
Michael began slowly.
“Did you contact Northshore Property Consulting?”
Linda’s eyes moved toward me. Michael saw it too.
“Mom.”
“I made an inquiry.”
“Why?”
“To help.”
“With what?”
She looked frustrated.
“You told me the investment was important.”
“I told you there was an opportunity.”
“And you said Emily would never agree.”
I stared at Michael.
“I was angry when I said that.”
Linda continued.
“You also told me she might sell this place.”
“That wasn’t true.”
“I didn’t know that.”
“You could have asked her.”
Linda faced me.
“You were hardly ever here.”
The words stung because they were both unfair and partly true.
“Did you send the draft letter?”
Linda’s fingers tightened.
“Yes.”
Michael stared at her.
“You wrote it?”
“I used a template.”
“Why?”
“I wanted to understand what would be required.”
“Why did you send it from my account?”
