Chapter 2: The Inheritance Script
My hand froze around my coffee mug.
Behind me, the coffeemaker released a final hiss of steam.
Dad stopped chewing.
Slowly, I turned my head toward him.
He stared back at me with his eyebrows raised.
I looked at him.
Then at the phone.
Then back at him again.
If the situation hadn't been so disturbing, I might have laughed.
Dad certainly looked surprised, but he didn't look frightened.
After everything that had happened during the previous forty-eight hours, surprise was about the only emotion either of us had left.
Without saying anything, I pressed the speaker button and placed my phone beside the sugar bowl.
Dad leaned slightly forward.
“When?” I asked.
“Sometime during the night,” Vanessa replied. “Harold found him.”
Dad's expression changed immediately.
Harold Pike had been his closest friend for more than forty years.
The two of them had gone fishing together, attended football games together, and helped each other through marriages, illnesses, and more bad decisions than either of them cared to admit.
More importantly, Harold had owned the town's funeral home before retiring.
That detail made Vanessa's story sound disturbingly believable.
Almost.
I kept my voice steady.
“What happened?”
Vanessa sighed.
Not cried.
Not sniffled.
Not even paused.
She sighed as though I had asked her something inconvenient while she was trying to get to an appointment.
“Does it matter?” she said. “He's gone.”
Across the table, Dad slowly lowered his fork.
His eyes hardened.
I knew that look.
Vanessa apparently didn't.
She kept talking.
“Grant and I are handling everything. There's really no reason for you to come to the house.”
Dad glanced at me.
Vanessa continued.
“The locks are being changed this morning.”
There was a brief silence.
Then I heard laughter in the background.
Grant.
My brother-in-law had one of those loud, breathy laughs that always sounded as if he'd just tricked someone and couldn't believe he'd gotten away with it.
Dad's jaw tightened.
I folded my arms.
“Why are the locks being changed?”
Another sigh.
Vanessa sounded almost bored now.
“Because Grant and I found Dad's papers.”
Dad stopped moving completely.
“He left the house to us,” Vanessa continued. “The truck too. The accounts. Everything else.”
I looked directly at Dad.
He looked directly at me.
Neither of us spoke.
Then Vanessa delivered the part she had clearly been waiting to say.
“You were specifically excluded.”
Grant laughed again.
This time louder.
There was unmistakable satisfaction in it.
He said something to Vanessa that I couldn't quite hear.
“What was that?” I asked.
There was some shuffling on their end.
May you like
Then Grant's voice came much closer to the phone.
“I said you're finally out of the family.”
