My father slid a legal waiver across my grandfather’s kitchen table and told me that if I refused to sign away the lake house, I wouldn’t be allowed at Grandpa’s final goodbye. The lawyer beside him turned the document toward me, exposing a yellow tab over the signature line, while my sister McKenna sat across from me with a past-due bank notice open on her lap. “Sign it, Riley,” Dad said. “For once in your life, don’t turn this into one of your episodes.”
Chapter 2 Dad grew friendlier as September 18 approached. He called me at work, joked about my “little gates,” and told me how proud he was that I’d finally become...
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