During the divorce, Brian had claimed it was given to both of us after we married. As a wedding gift. From my family to the two of us, together.
It wasn’t. And my father knew that better than anyone alive.
“He wanted me to say your grandmother intended it for both of you,” Dad explained. “That she’d told me before she died. That it was meant to be a wedding present.”
“Why would you ever say that?”
Ezoic
“He thought I might,” Dad said quietly, “if there was something in it for you.”
Ezoic
“What does that mean?”
Dad rubbed his big scarred hands together.
“He said if I backed his story, he’d stop fighting you over several household assets. The furniture. The car. Some of the savings. He said he’d let you have them without a fight. All I had to do was say the mirror belonged to both of you. Then he’d have a reason to keep fighting for it, and you’d get everything else.”
