“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—”
I cut her off, voice sharp.
“Be very careful, Megan.”
She paused, then sneered.
“That cabin won’t save you. You’ll lose everything.”
I hung up, blood boiling. She was trying to twist my service into a weakness, like sacrifice was something to be ashamed of.
That afternoon, Jack came by with his usual timing, like he could smell trouble from two cabins away. He found me pacing the porch.
“Let me guess,” he said. “Your sister’s lawyering up faster than I thought.”
He leaned against the railing.
“That’s how bullies operate. Come in hard, loud, make you think they’re bigger than they are.”
“I’m not folding.”
