I looked up.
“She left something to you.”
The words seemed absurd.
“I never knew your mother.”
“You knew her once.”
“No, I didn’t.”
Douglas gave me a tired, almost apologetic smile.
“You did. You just didn’t know she was the woman who opened the door that Thanksgiving.”
My eyes moved over the document.
There was a property address listed near the lake, followed by a description of a small cottage and surrounding land.
“She left me a house?”
“She left you the cottage.”
“Why?”
“Because she wanted to return something she had taken.”
I looked toward Lucas.
He was watching me with an expression I couldn’t read.
“Does your father own this cottage?”
“No,” Lucas said. “My grandmother left it to him. He refused to accept it.”
“Why?”
“Because he said it belonged to you.”
I turned back to Douglas.
“That makes no sense.”
“It will when you see it.”
