hesitated.
Then she said quietly:
“Thomas was sick. He wasn’t himself.”
Richard’s jaw tightened.
“That is a lie.”
Nobody spoke.
I looked at Richard.
“Tell me.”
He stepped onto the porch.
“Thomas was perfectly clear when he signed those documents.”
“What documents?”
Richard looked at Benjamin.
“The ones transferring control of the business.”
I felt something inside me sink.
“What business?”
Benjamin finally spoke.
“Mom, please sit down.”
“No.”
“Please.”
“I’ve been sitting down for fifteen years.”
My voice surprised even me.
“I sat quietly while you made decisions. I
