“Sign them!” my husband sneered, one arm wrapped around my sister’s waist as she rubbed her stomach and smiled at me like she’d already won.

He gave speeches.

I controlled the trust.

Margaret sank into her chair.

“The house?” she asked weakly.

“Mine.”

“The lake property?”

“Trust-owned.”

“The company jet?”

“Corporate asset.”

Daniel lunged across the table.

“You vindictive little—”