“Yeah, he didn’t end up telling either of you. But I’m sure he had his reasons. Now, here’s the catch, Dawn. Your father split the money between you and Charlotte.”
“She gets a share too?” I said slowly, my heart sinking.
“Yes, Dawn. But there’s a condition. Charlotte has to share the house with you equally.”
I sat up straighter. Suddenly, there seemed like a way out of this mess.
“If your sister refuses, she gets absolutely nothing.”
“There’s more,” he continued. “Your father left you this.”
He slid a letter across the table to me.
It was my dad’s writing.
Dawn, my darling,
