Shattered Girl (Emmy)

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.

parked in the underground garage and took the elevator to one of the higher floors.

got you nervous, baby?"

to

hurried me to a conference room the receptionist had directed us to. I looked

head of the table for us to be seated. He came around and introduced himself to me, and I greeted him politely, still unsure why I was there. Once he returned to the head of the table, he pulled out a thick file. "I had you all come in at once because even though Miss Conners is not related to you by

me. "Patrick's part of our family; even if he weren't

legal reasons." He assured me. "Now, since your mother's remains were recovered and identified, I can release your inheritance in the form of

me anything. She didn't even want me living with her when my father went to jail." "This is a trust set up

anything about grandparents. I know

with me. This particular trust was set up when you were born. On your eighteenth birthday, you will

I dreaming? I 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,

Johnson. I'm in a bit of shock. Could you repeat what you just said?" I