Rachel entered first, glancing toward the staircase as though she were checking whether anything had changed since her earlier visit.
Tyler followed her.
When they reached the kitchen, he stopped.
Margaret sat at the table with the folders spread in front of her.
“Oh,” Rachel said. “I didn’t realize this would be a family meeting.”
“Neither did I,” I replied. “But apparently we all have things to discuss.”
Margaret folded her hands.
“Please sit down.”
Tyler looked at me.
“Deb, can we speak privately?”
“No.”
His jaw tightened.
“Why not?”
“Because Rachel came to my home this morning and informed me that you had promised it to her. If we’re going to discuss that decision, I want everyone who participated in it to be present.”
Rachel pulled out a chair.
“Fine.”
Tyler sat beside her, but he kept his eyes on me.
“Debra, I never wanted things to happen this way.”
