The Final Appraisal at the Lake House Before the Family Reckoning

obligations.”

Diane’s eyes filled.

“Dad, how could you?”

I looked at my daughter.

“I asked you for help.”

The room froze again.

Claire looked up.

“When?”

“Five years ago.”

Mark shook his head.

“No. You sent some vague email.”

“I sent three emails. I made calls. I asked for a meeting.”

Diane’s voice cracked.

“You never said it was this bad.”

“I was ashamed.”

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