“The Hotel Benjamin?” Janey practically yelled. She swung her head wildly toward Tessa, who leaned against the counter in front of the sink, her arms folded. She barely saw her before spinning back to the binder.
The words sat there, in black and white. They hadn’t reordered themselves.
“Mom left you The Hotel Benjamin? Like, The Hotel Benjamin in downtown New York City?”
The“It seems so,” Tessa said quietly. She could’ve shouted it and it would’ve been quiet in Janey’s head. So much clamored inside her mind now that she could hardly see the next item on the list.
“The home listed at 4752 Shoreline Way, Long Island,” Janey read, her chest starting to throb with the effort it took to breathe. She gasped for breath. Her mother had left her younger sister a hotel in New York City and a ho
