He walked over to my mother and placed a hand on her shoulder.

“Let’s go, Denise,” he said softly.

But he looked at me with a coldness that hurt worse than my sister’s rage.

“You never did know how to share, Meredith,” my father said.

They turned to walk out of the courtroom, leaving me standing there with my lawyer.

David put his hand on my shoulder.

“It’s a temporary win, Meredith,” he said.

“But they aren’t going to stop.”

“I know,” I said.

I looked down at the desk, where my copy of the old deed to the cabin lay.

The paper was yellowed at the edges.

My grandfather had given me that land because he knew I would protect it.

I gathered my keys from the table.

As I reached into my purse, my phone began to vibrate against the leather.

The screen lit up with an unknown number.

I slid my thumb across the glass and pressed it to my ear.

“Meredith?” a deep, unfamiliar voice said.

“Yes,” I said, walking toward the double doors of the courtroom.