“Hannah,” she started, setting her purse on the table. “Megan feels terrible about what she said.”
I laughed.
“She feels terrible, or you feel terrible about how it looked in front of the family?”
Her lips pressed into a line.
“That’s not fair. She’s under stress. She’s handling the estate.”
“She inherited a penthouse. Mom,
she’s not exactly living under a bridge.”
My mother sighed and sat down.
“You know what I mean. She has responsibilities. That condo isn’t just for her. It’s an investment, something she can manage for the family’s future.”
There it was again, the word family being thrown around like it only applied to Megan.
“And what about the cabin?” I asked.
She hesitated.
“It’s out of the way, difficult to maintain. Maybe it would make sense if Megan handled that too. She has connections with real estate companies. She could make it valuable. You have your career in the army. You don’t need to worry about property.”
