It wasn’t about safety; it was about control.
The meeting at the attorney’s office was scheduled for eleven, but Aunt Sammie called me at nine.
“I know that your father’s will is being read today. I thought maybe we could walk in together,” she said. “Family should sit together, don’t you think?”
“You never sat with us before,” I said, unsure how else to answer.
“Oh, Clover. That was a long time ago.”
There was a pause — long enough to remind me she was still there.
“Family should sit together, don’t you think?”
“I just… I know things were tense back then,” she continued. “But your mother and I… we had a complicated bond. And Michael — well, I know you cared for him.”
“Cared?” I asked. “I adore him, Aunt Sammie. He was everything to me.”
