"You're my sister."
"I know."
We sat in silence. Four women connected by one man's lies.
"What do we do now?" I finally asked.
Nobody had an answer.
The lawyer's office was worse.
Dad left everything split equally. Two houses. Two life insurance policies. Two college funds — both empty now, used for me and Emma. His will acknowledged both families, both wives, both daughters.
"This is fraud," my mother said. "Bigamy. We could contest this."