Page 47 of Skye's Fall
“You sold my ranch. It was mine! I worked hard for all that money I had in the account. I foolishly let you have access. You aren’t broke, you just want more and think I have it.”
“You do, you’re on TV,” and her true colors show. What a bitch.
“I will take you to court, mother.”
“You can’t do that, I’m your mother.”
“Think again. My parents are dead to me. I will get every penny back and I will see you rot in jail.”
“The courts won’t let that happen,” she says.
“I have it on good account that you forged my signature. I hate you. Lose my number, don’t ever call me again.”
“I’m sorry, I promise, your father made me do it, all of it,” she’s sobs and cries.
“What hurts the most is that my family did this to me. My own flesh and blood,” I hiss.
“Don’t hang up, let’s work this out.”
“Nothing to work out. The ones closest to you always let you down the hardest.”
I hang up on her. I will ask Memphis to get me a new phone tomorrow and to contact a lawyer, a good one.
I might have gotten my ranch back, even though I’m not sure how, but I still want them to pay.
Why is life so complicated?
Chapter Twenty-Six
Skye
“Good morning, everyone. Today is a special day. You’re going to have an audience. Not only is the whole town going to be coming to watch the competition today, but your families will be here in about an hour. You can eat lunch with them, and visit with them until competition time.”
Everyone is excited now. We just finished breakfast and now have an hour until people storm the compound, so to speak.
I don’t know how I feel. Yes, I do— I feel as if my world is collapsing.
“Hey, little sis,” Beau taps me on the shoulder and I turn and launch myself into his arms.
“You’re early,” I say as he chuckles.
“Memphis asked me to come early, something about you needing me,” he chuckles. I will have to thank him later. It seems Ever and Memphis know what I need even when I don’t.
“Yeah, I think I do need family right now,” I say as we walk toward the dock.
“Ever said you’re leaving. The bar always has a place for you,” he says.
“No, I’m not doing the aerial stuff.”
“I took it down and redid the whole bar,” he says.
“Really?” He did what now? Is the sky falling?
“Even the tourists didn’t like it. They just wanted their shots, not a show,” he admits. Beau admitting to something doesn’t happen often. This is big of him.
“I can work the creamery if you need me to.”
“Whatever you want to do,” he says as we sit down on the dock.
