I couldn’t help but smile. Dad and I had planned to turn the house into a community center for local orphanage kids—a joyful, colorful haven filled with play areas and art stations.
It was all in the will, and now Kyle was legally bound to maintain it.
“Please, Joe, take it back,” he pleaded.
I paused, thinking of all the times Kyle had ignored us, and all the kids who would benefit from this space. “Come over tomorrow,” I said. “We’ll talk.”
Dad would’ve loved this—a chance for Kyle to learn, and for us to rebuild.