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.

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 not a fan of heights and slowed until the twins were next to me. I took Jake’s hand. Josh came up next to me and wrapped his arm around my waist before

nervous, baby?” Josh asked, squeezing

don’t want to go

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 to. I looked up when we were inside,

who was waiting at the head of the table for us to be seated. He came around and introduced himself to me, and I greeted him politely,

you by blood, her mother’s, will, and your father’s are tied together because of their marriage.” We all nodded, and Mr. Johnson continued. “Miss Peters, are you comfortable having Mr.

part of our family; even if he weren’t here, I would tell him everything anyway,

just have to ask for legal reasons.” He assured me. “Now, since your mother’s remains were recovered and identified, I can release your inheritance in the form

don’t understand.” I interrupted. My mother and I were not close; she would have never left me anything. She didn’t even want me living

a trust set up by your maternal grandparents. Mr. Johnson

don’t know anything about grandparents. I know

This particular trust was 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 released, and when you’re

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 was in trouble. I realized Mr. Johnson continued talking, and I had no idea what he told

sorry, Mr. Johnson. I’m in a bit of shock. Could you repeat what