Ryan scoffed. “Dad says the money came from family sacrifice. You owe us.”
My hands shook, but I kept my voice steady. “When are you coming?”
“Eight a.m. We already rented a truck. Don’t make it ugly, Claire.”
He ended the call before I could respond.
For a full minute, I remained still while the refrigerator hummed and the water tapped softly against the dock.
Then I smiled.
Ryan had overlooked three important things.
First, I was no longer the frightened little sister who stepped aside whenever he raised his voice.
Second, my father had no legal control over property he had not purchased.