Chapter 4
Brenda had always spoken like certainty made her legal.
“There’s no will.”
“The house must be liquidated.”
“Sentimental items can be discussed later.”
“Family property belongs to the family.”
Every sentence sounded official.
None of it sounded loving.
Nora looked down at the broken bowl and remembered Shirley’s hands painting the rim years earlier.
Blue flowers.
Green leaves.
One tiny crooked bird hidden near the base because Shirley said mistakes deserved to become part of the design.
Now the bird lay in three pieces beneath Brenda’s shoes.
Nora’s grief turned sharp.
“Grandma left one at the bank.”
Brenda’s grip tightened before Nora pulled free.
That reaction told Nora more than words.
Walter lowered his hand from his face.
“At the bank?”
Brenda snapped, “Don’t encourage her.”
Evan shifted near the staircase.
“I heard Grandma mention a bank box once.”
Brenda turned on him.
“You heard many things you didn’t understand.”
Evan flushed.
The brass candlestick trembled in his hand.
Nora looked at him carefully.
Evan was young, easily led, and usually useless in conflict, but he was not cruel.
Not like Brenda.
Brenda stepped between Nora and the table.
“Grief makes people remember things wrong.”
Nora stared at her aunt.
“Grandma told me the name.”
Brenda’s face hardened.
“Nora, this is not the time for fantasies.”
“Then let the bank say it.”
That was when Brenda’s eyes changed.
Just slightly.
Enough.
Nora knew then Brenda had expected tears, protests, maybe a fight over dishes.
She had not expected a phone call.
The estate worker holding a lamp slowly lowered it to the floor.
The movers at the door stopped.
Snow blew in behind them.
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