I opened the door and stepped aside.
She walked in, eyes sweeping the room like she was seeing it for the first time.
“It looks alive again,” she said, touching the freshly painted doorframe.
I poured her tea, set it on the table. For a long while, she said nothing, just stared at her hands wrapped around the mug. Finally, she whispered, “I’ve been wrong.”
I didn’t speak.
She let herself keep going.
“I let Megan convince me you were selfish, that your service was just running away, that this cabin was worthless. But last night, seeing those documents, hearing your father’s words, I realized he trusted you more than I ever did.”
Her eyes filled, and that broke me. I swallowed hard.
“You didn’t defend me when she humiliated me. You chose silence.”
Her tears spilled over.
“I know, and I can’t undo it. But I want to be better now, Hannah, if you’ll let me.”
For the first time in years, I saw not the stern matriarch, but a woman carrying her own regrets.
I nodded slowly.
“I’ll let you, but it won’t be easy.”
She nodded back.
“I don’t expect easy.”
The next day, Megan struck again, this time in person. She stormed onto the property without warning, heels sinking in the dirt, her voice carrying before she even reached the porch.
“You think you’ve won?” she shouted. “That article is trash. I’ll appeal. I’ll drag your name through every court until you choke on legal fees.”
I stepped outside, meeting her at the edge of the porch.
“You’re wasting your breath, Megan. The law isn’t on your side. The press isn’t on your side. Even Mom’s not on your side anymore.”
Her face twisted.
“Mom?”
Right on cue, Mom appeared in the doorway.
“Megan,” she said firmly. “Enough. I’ve watched you tear this family apart. Your father’s wishes were clear, and I won’t stand in the way of them anymore.”
Megan’s jaw dropped.
“You can’t be serious. You’re choosing her after everything I’ve done for you.”
Mom’s voice cracked, but she didn’t waver.
“You’ve done plenty, Megan, but none of it was for anyone but yourself.”
The color drained from Megan’s face. For once, her words failed her. She spun on her heel, storming back toward her Lexus.
“Fine,” she spat. “Rot in your shack. Don’t come crying to me when you realize you’ve thrown away everything.”
The tires screeched as she sped off, leaving only the bitter taste of exhaust in the air.