The Final Appraisal at the Lake House Before the Family Reckoning

you.”

“I know that too.”

“Then why are you making us prove ourselves?”

I turned the photograph back toward the window.

“I’m not making you prove anything, Claire.”

She waited.

“You already have.”

She left my study crying.

For a long time, I sat in the quiet.

Then the door opened softly.

Ruth stepped in.

“Too much for one day?”

“Maybe for one old fool.”

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