The following Thursday was the day of the 'execution.' That’s what David probably called it in his head. To them, it was the day they officially deleted me from the family history. I had sent a text to Sarah the night before, keeping my tone shaky and uncertain. 'I’ve looked at the papers,' I wrote. 'I’m confused, but if you say this is what Dad wanted, I’ll sign. Let’s meet at his lawyer’s old office at ten.'
I could almost hear their celebration through the screen.
The lawyer’s office was lo