Molly
My mother straightens her posture, lips pursed, trying to look composed but failing. “I don’t understand why you’re acting this way. Mike was the one who gave that property to me.”
Paul laughs bitterly. “You actually expect me to believe that? My father would never. You must have done something.”
I step in quickly, trying to mediate before Paul blows a fuse. “Actually, your father was planning on giving that property to her,” I say carefully.
Paul scoffs, pointing a finger at me now. “Only if she convinced you to sell that f*****g land, which she didn’t. So miss me with that bullshit.”
I shrug slightly, because at this point, explaining more just seems ridiculous. “What are you even trying to say?” I ask, keeping my tone neutral but my mind racing.
“What I’m trying to say is
