I leaned forward slightly. “Excuse me?”

The lawyer paused and glanced at my father. My father met his gaze with a nod of confirmation, and the lawyer simply continued.

I turned to my parents. “I think there’s been a mistake.”

My mother didn’t even blink. “There’s no mistake, Samuel.”

I let out a short, breathless laugh, looking around the room, expecting someone to explain the joke. Nothing. Jessica just smiled. Not an apologetic smile, not even a guilty one. Just a smile that said, Of course this is how it is.

I swallowed, my throat dry. “You’re leaving everything to Jessica?”

“She needs it,” my father said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.