The drive to my father's house was quiet, the air filled with unspoken heaviness.
I was trying to prepare myself for whatever I was about to experience in that house. I knew it wasn't going to be easy.
As Lucas pulled up to the familiar curb, he turned to me, his eyes reflecting concern. "You're sure you're ready for this?"
I nodded, looking out the window at the house in front of us. "I don't think I'll ever be ready, but I need to do it eventually."
"Bringing up your earlier point," Lucas began to say, "your father most likely had a will, Shana. If he did, then this house is yours now."
It felt like I was being hit in the chest with a bag of bricks. This house was mine?
"I can get you in touch with my father's lawyer, and they'll help you sort everything out," Lucas reassured me. "
