Mom wiped her cheeks.
“You were already doing well financially, Natalie. You didn’t need the property.”
And there it was.
The explanation I’d spent years trying not to believe.
Madison’s desires had always been treated as necessities.
Anything belonging to me was considered available if someone else wanted it more.
“Grandma left that property to me,” I said.
My mother shook her head.
“She loved both her granddaughters.”
“Then why didn’t you use Madison’s inheritance?”
The silence was immediate.
I looked at my father.
“What happened to the money Grandma left her?”
Elena opened another section of the financial report.
Madison had received her inheritance five years earlier.
Most of it had been invested in a luxury event-planning company that failed within eighteen months.
Our parents had covered the losses using part of their retirement savings.
When she later launched MJR Creative Solutions, they borrowed against their own home to help finance it.
