“I’m sorry. I’ve been sick.”
“Yes, your mother explained. She said you were too ill to handle any legal matters.”
You need to speak to his attorney.
I frowned. “I wanted to ask about Dad’s country house.”
“Your father left it to you. He wanted you to establish a woodworking studio there.”
“He WHAT?”
“Probate is still underway, so the property hasn’t been formally transferred yet.”
“Then who controls it?”
Dad’s country house.
“The estate’s executor is responsible for it until the process is complete.”
“And Mom knows all this?”
“She received a copy of the will over a month ago. She told us she’d informed you.”
“She didn’t.”
And something told me Mom hadn’t just kept the will from me.
I thanked him and hung up.
Your father left it to you.
***
Then I drove straight to the country house.
Paige’s SUV sat outside.
Cardboard boxes covered the porch. Two contractors were carrying flooring into the living room.
