Broken Dreams Stories

Chapter 136

Drew’s phone rang just as we finished breakfast, and he excused himself to answer it. A few minutes later, he returned to the kitchen with a serious expression.

“That was the attorney; we must go into his office to review some paperwork and sign a few things.” He told us.

“That’s okay. I will be fine here, especially with the new security measures.” I wasn’t thrilled about being left alone in this house, but I did not want to make it more difficult for the guys; I knew this was probably something that involved their father, and it would be stressful enough without me making it more difficult.

My declaration was met with immediate objections, but before I could say anything Drew interrupted the others. “Emmy needs to come with us; this also pertains to her mother. That silenced the guys, and all eyes were on me again.

“Um, I don’t mind going. I’m unsure why the attomey needs to see me, but we will find out.” I said. ‘Give me ten minutes; I want to change into something nicer than loungewear.”

“Take your time,‘ I told Mr. Johnson. It would take us about an hour to get there. Drew told me.

“Great, thank you,” I said, disappearing down the hallway to my bedroom.

Thanks to the traffic, it took almost another thirty minutes to get to his office, one of the many highrise offices downtown. We parked in the underground garage and took the elevator to one of the higher floors. Stepping out into the reception area made me realize how high up we were, and I felt a chill run down my back. I was

nervous, baby?” Josh asked,

I don’t want to

blocking my view of the windows. I kept my gaze on the tiled floor as they hurried me to a conference room the receptionist had directed us

I was able to focus on the attorney who was waiting at the head of the

to you by blood, her mother’s, will, and your father’s are tied together because of their marriage.” We all nodded, and Mr.

guys, and Drew nodded at me. “Patrick’s part of our family; even if he weren’t

just have to ask for legal reasons.” He assured me. “Now, since your mother’s

and I were not close; she would have never left me anything. She didn’t even want me living with her when my father

up by your maternal grandparents. Mr. Johnson

I know nothing about my mother’s

set up when you were born. On your eighteenth birthday, you will have access to one–quarter of it; when you turn twenty–five, another quarter will be

must be dreaming. This can’t be real. I reached down and pinched my hand under the table to ensure I was awake. It hurt, so I was awake. Josh noticed what I was doing and wrapped his hand over mine, and cocked his eyebrow at me. Damn it, I

shock. Could you repeat