A week later, we gathered at the notary’s office for the reading of Dad’s will. My heart pounded as the lawyer began detailing the contents. I watched the faces around me, knowing they were as eager as I was to hear what Dad had left behind.

When the lawyer finally reached the part about the house, he paused for dramatic effect, his eyes scanning the room. “The house,” he said, “is not mentioned in the will.”

Confusion rippled through the room.