Allison stepped forward again.
“You’re letting Meredith manipulate you.”
Meredith lowered her eyes, shrinking from the argument.
I spoke gently.
“Meredith… have they ever allowed you to manage any of the finances here?”
“No,” she whispered.
“Have you made any decisions about this house?”
“Never.”
“Did they speak about me as if I still mattered?”
Tears filled her eyes.
“They said you trusted them more.”
My mother lifted her chin.
