“Mo-m.” Heather drew the word out into two long, disapproving syllables as she brushed a spot of dirt off her dress. She lowered her voice, but I could still hear every word. “I know this week is a trial, but Daddy has enough money to leave each of us a seven-figure inheritance. If you don’t want the money yourself, at least be on your best behavior for me.” She laid a hand over her chest. “I, for one, don’t want to be written out of the will.”
Shes so real for thAT
