Chapter 2It had been three weeks since the reading of the will. Three weeks since Henry had found out that he had inherited half of Birdsong Manor, and for three whole weeks it had been all his mind had allowed him to think about. He was stewing in it. He couldn’t make sense of the fact that the old man hadn’t taken him out of the will. It wasn’t an oversight; he couldn’t imagine that. It had to be some kind of belated f**k you. The place was probably falling apart. The man had been a miser of the highest order; he definitely hadn’t kept the house up to standard, never mind renovated anything. Henry hadn’t even been able to convince him to pay for semi-mandatory school excursions when he had been a kid, so the chances that anything major had been improved or kept up since Evan had left wer
