“Show them these,” I said.

I opened the gallery.

Exhibit A: Text from Judith to Dale (3 months ago)

“Dale, I know you love Meadow, but we really need to discuss the future. The estate isn’t meant to be split four ways if one of the heirs isn’t… capable of carrying the name. Pamela’s boys are the future. Maybe you should try again for a son.”

Exhibit B: Group Chat (Vernon accidentally included me, then deleted me)

“Vernon, don’t tell Rebecca about the sleeping arrangements. She’ll fuss. The girl doesn’t need a bed. The real grandchildren need the rest for the game tomorrow. She’s just a girl, she can rough it. Might make her less soft.”