Alaskan Dawn: Pacific Horizons, #1
By Edie Claire
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A USA-TODAY BESTSELLING CONTEMPORARY ROMANCE!
FIRST in the PACIFIC HORIZONS series. In these connected romantic novels, characters facing tragedy, heartbreak, and painful family secrets are drawn to the wild beauty of the natural world. Breaching whales and howling wolves refresh their spirits, but only human love can heal their souls…
Haley knew that carrying her twin sister's baby would be a sacrifice.
She just didn't know how great.
Pregnant, overworked, and driven to the end of her rope by the neediness of the sister and widowed mother who depend on her, a high-powered young attorney seeks refuge with a week's vacation on the Alaskan coast. As overachiever Haley soaks up the serenity of her unexpectedly agreeable surroundings, she finds something else she doesn't expect -- deep feelings for the wildlife-loving boat captain who reminds her how to laugh.
With her unborn niece or nephew on the way and thousands of miles of ocean between their lives and careers, Haley and Ben settle for a friendship. But back home in California, the emptiness in Haley's heart begins to fester. When her pregnancy takes a frightening turn, she must examine what really matters -- and rediscover the childhood dream she never realized she had lost.
Edie Claire
No matter the genre, USA Today bestselling novelist and playwright Edie Claire strives to infuse all her writing with both warmth and humor. Her family-friendly Leigh Koslow cozy mystery series, a favorite of animal lovers that was originally published in 1999, was reborn in 2012 to become a USA-Today bestseller. Her romantic novels range from women’s fiction with romantic elements to a blend of romance and mystery, beginning with her traditionally published contemporaries, the award-winning Long Time Coming and Meant To Be, and continuing with her exciting new series of interconnected romantic novels, Pacific Horizons, whose characters follow the migration of the humpback whales to some of the most gorgeous locations on earth. In any Edie Claire work, the reader may be assured that intrigue will beckon and tensions will rise – but love will triumph and happy endings will abound! Edie has worked as a veterinarian, a childbirth educator, and a scientific/technical writer. A mother of three, she lives in Pennsylvania and aspires to become a snowbird.
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Alaskan Dawn - Edie Claire
Dedication
For my husband of twenty-six years. Here’s to at least twenty-six more.
Acknowledgments
Many thanks go to author Lauren Royal, for her insights into California living; to Teresa Stewart, for her insights into the legal mind; and to Alaska Saltwater Tours, for the best boat trip ever.
ALASKA
Chapter 1
I’ve decided to go to Alaska,
Haley announced.
There, she had said it. Her tone had been just right, too. Gentle, but firm enough to show that the topic wasn’t open to debate.
Her sister’s eyes widened with alarm. "Now? But you can’t!"
Micah’s screeching plea made Haley wince, even though it was exactly what she expected. As were the brimming tears and trembling lower lip that followed. Micah wasn’t ordinarily this irrational. She had always had a tendency for emotional outbursts, true, but Haley hadn’t seen her sister this unraveled since they were teenagers. The strain of the last month had taken its toll on her.
On both of them.
I can, and I am,
Haley answered, gentling her voice further. If she didn’t handle this right, Micah would go into a full-blown meltdown, which was the last thing either of them needed. There is absolutely no medical reason I can’t get on a plane and spend a few days somewhere else besides here. My staying in Newport Beach won’t make the results come back any faster.
No, but—
Micah bit her lip, no doubt struggling to come up with a rebuttal that would hold some sway with her logical-minded sister. Haley knew exactly what Micah was thinking. She always knew. They were twins, after all, even if they couldn’t be more different.
But what?
Haley prompted. Don’t you think one of us should at least take a look at Uncle Randy’s property before we decide to sell it?
I don’t see why,
Micah retorted. Of course we’re going to sell it. What would we do with some shack in the middle of Alaska?
Who said it was a shack?
Haley replied. We don’t know what shape it’s in. That’s my point. Maybe the place would make a nice summer getaway.
Micah frowned. "You know perfectly well that neither one of us has ever had the slightest desire to even go to Alaska. Her lower lip started to tremble again.
You’re just looking for an excuse to leave town!"
Haley held her sister’s gaze. Micah’s clear blue eyes, wavy blond hair, and curvy figure had always rated her the pretty one.
Haley, in contrast, was tall and lean, with straight, chocolate-brown hair and penetrating green eyes that, while not unattractive, had earned her the dubious compliment of being dubbed the responsible one.
Maybe you’re right,
Haley replied calmly. "Everything you just said is true. I do want to get away for a few days. Is that so wrong?"
Micah’s eyes flashed with panic. She had no real reason to demand that her sister stay put, and they both knew it. They also both knew that, if reasoning failed, emotional manipulation would be next.
Micah’s eyes welled up with tears again. This is because of last night, isn’t it? I told you I was sorry! I know I shouldn’t have pulled you and Mom into it, but I was just so upset with Tim. When he—
It’s not just about last night,
Haley broke in. Witnessing the horrendous argument between Micah and her husband the previous evening had been painful enough at the time. She had no stomach for hearing it rehashed this afternoon, which her sister would certainly do if given the slightest encouragement. It’s the entire situation.
I know that all this testing has been difficult for you, Haley,
Micah pleaded. "It’s certainly been more than you signed on for, and I appreciate everything you’ve done more than I can say. But running away now won’t help anything, and I need you here while we wait. I’ll go crazy worrying otherwise!"
I need you, Haley. Please? Pretty please?
No other expression encapsulated more perfectly the current of Haley’s life — the insidious undertow that, more and more now, she was certain would eventually drown her. They were twenty-nine years old. When they were little, Micah was shy and had needed her. When they were fourteen and their father died of a heart attack and their mother fell apart, it was Haley who had been Micah’s rock. When they were in college and Micah struggled with anxiety, Haley had been by her side. Only when Micah had gotten married did Haley allow herself to believe that her sister would finally be all right without her. Then came the miscarriages. More anxiety. The depression. Now, they were here.
Was she running away?
Hell yes, she was.
Haley leaned forward and laid her hands on her sister’s arms. She would not be manipulated. Not this time. Micah,
she said heavily. You will worry no matter where I am. But I need to get away. I need a change of scenery. Some fresh air. Something to take my mind off those test results and reduce my general stress level. How many times have the doctors told us that stress is our worst enemy?
Micah clenched her jaws a moment. I know you’re right,
she admitted. But I still don’t want you to go. Surely we can figure out something to take the stress off without your having to go so far away!
I need this,
Haley dared. I need it for me.
"But you can’t leave without taking my baby!" Micah fired back.
A flash of heat rose in Haley’s cheeks. She would not lose her temper with her sister. They had played that scene out many times before, and it never ended well, for either of them. She had agreed to serve as her sister’s surrogate, and she would see that commitment through to the end, come what may. That is true,
she replied, working hard to keep her voice level, even as she wanted to scream. But I promise to take good care of both of us. You know I will.
Micah looked away. A tear coursed down one cheek. How long?
she squeaked.
Haley released a breath with relief. A week. I’m leaving the day after tomorrow.
Micah whirled back around with another panicked look. They have OBs in Alaska, don’t they?
Of course they do. I’ve already looked one up, so I’ll have a number just in case. But I won’t need it. I’m not due for another visit for nearly three weeks.
Haley searched her sister’s eyes. She was certain that the real, relatively mature Micah was still in there somewhere. But all Haley’s efforts to help her sister regroup and refocus had failed, and she was losing her own sanity in the process. I’ll be fine. The baby will be fine. We’ll be back before you know it. Okay?
Micah swiped the tear off her cheek and nodded. I know you wouldn’t do anything to put the baby at risk, Haley. I’m sorry if I snapped at you. If you really think a change of scenery would do you good, then go. But just for a few days. And stay in touch, okay?
Haley started to nod, but stopped herself. She and Micah didn’t lie to each other. Her survival plan might not be fully formed yet, but she knew it would not include answering texts every three and a half seconds. How she would block out the constant barrage of angst streaming from the cell phones of both her sister and her mother, she wasn’t sure. But that shoe would have to drop later. Preferably after she was on a plane.
Haley ignored her sister’s question and smiled. Right now, she had Micah’s blessing for the journey. It was more than she had hoped for. Certainly more than she’d be likely to get from their mother.
Have you told mom?
Micah asked, seemingly reading her twin’s mind.
Haley shook her head. Not yet.
She won’t like it,
Micah predicted. She’ll tell you pregnant women shouldn’t fly or something.
Haley allowed herself a sigh. I’m sure she will. But I’m going anyway. I’ll call her tonight. I want to know what she remembers about Uncle Randy.
All I remember is his having a beard and talking on and on about nothing interesting,
Micah said glumly. Neither of the girls had known their uncle, aside from one brief visit he had made to California when they were eight. Haley’s father had only rarely mentioned his brother’s existence, and Haley remembered no more about him than Micah did. But she would be forever grateful that the man had remembered his nieces in his will. With luck, the rural property he had left them would have no cellular service.
Where will you stay?
Micah asked anxiously.
Not for the first time, Haley cursed the mind-reading thing. I don’t know yet. If I can get the keys to Uncle Randy’s place and it’s decent enough, I may stay there. If not, I’m sure I can find a hotel. The property’s only a couple hours from Anchorage, and the nearest town looks like it’s a tourist destination, so I shouldn’t have any problem. It’s not like I’m going to the wilderness, Micah.
Although…
Haley stopped herself. The fact that the word wilderness
held such unexpected appeal was telling. She was hardly the outdoorsy type. The closest she’d ever gotten to camping was summer Girl Scout retreats at Camp Scherman where she and Micah had slept on bunks in lighted cabins and roughed it
by walking outside to the restrooms. Living in a beach town, her mother’s idea of vacation had always been a week in Las Vegas or Reno. Haley herself had not ventured from the West Coast in years, with the exception of brief trips to Chicago and Houston on business for the firm, which didn’t count. Her own dreams of a getaway extended no further than visions of fluffy white bedding in a five-star hotel where she checked in with an alias and drowned her cell phone in the toilet.
This sudden, fierce craving for the solace of a spider-filled cabin in the middle of nowhere had to mean something. God knew she hated spiders. Most likely, it was a warning sign.
She planned to heed it.
Impulsively, she reached forward and gave her sister a hug. Thanks for understanding.
She stepped back and headed to the door of her sister’s apartment to let herself out.
Haley?
Micah called after her. Just…
Her voice cracked, then broke off. Her eyes filled with tears again.
Just come back okay, please? Both of you.
Haley smiled back at her sister through eyes that were equally moist. I promise,
she replied.
Chapter 2
Will there be a drug store nearby? Haley wondered to herself as she packed a sample of virtually every over-the-counter medication she was allowed to take into her travel bag. Insect repellent, itch cream, antacids, that stuff for cold sores… She didn’t use any of it often, but the thought of being without it disturbed her. Aside from her cursory research online into car rentals, road directions, and decent hotels, she knew nothing whatsoever about Alaska. Either the state in general or the portion of it to which she was headed.
She had spoken with Ed Miller, her uncle’s business partner and the executor of his estate, only briefly on the phone. Randy and Ed had co-owned a boat dealership in Anchorage for the last twenty years. Randy had lived in a small apartment over the store, and he had never married or had any children. Two years before his death, he had purchased an investment
property over a hundred miles away near the smaller port town of Seward. He spent his free days there during the summer, living in a house that sat deep within the parcel’s fifteen acres of woods, while renting out the two small cabins closer to the road. A month ago he had died unexpectedly of a heart attack, just like his brother and father before him. His will had left his share of the business to his partner and the remainder of his assets to his nieces.
Such was the sum total of Haley’s knowledge. Her specific questions about the house and cabins had gone unanswered, as Ed admitted that he had never seen them. Had all this happened at any other time in her life, Haley almost certainly would have authorized the property’s sale sight unseen. She would have just sat back and waited for the check.
She threw a can of sunscreen into her suitcase. Did people get sunburned so far north? It was July, so they must. And weren’t the days really long during the summer?
Her cell phone rang, and she looked at it with a sinking feeling. She had meant to call her mother last night but hadn’t gotten around to it, and she’d had no time today. She had been insanely busy at the office trying to tie things up, a feat at which she had not even come close to succeeding. For associates at Merriweather, Falstaff, and Tynes, vacation was a theoretical concept. Ambitious young lawyers were expected to pretend they didn’t want time off, much less need it. Announcing that she would be taking a full week off on forty-eight hours’ notice was tantamount to resigning.
She had been surprised to realize she didn’t give a damn.
Her phone rang for the third time, and she continued to frown as she picked it up. If Micah had reached their mother first…
Hey, Mom. What’s up?
Shouldn’t I be asking you that?
a terse voice replied.
Micah had definitely reached their mother first.
I’m sorry, Mom,
Haley apologized preemptively. I’ve been meaning to call all day, it’s just been crazy. I guess Micah told you?
That you’re going off on some spur of the moment trip halfway around the world? Yes, she told me. Do you really think that’s a good idea, in your condition?
I think it’s one of the best ideas I’ve ever had,
Haley replied, steeling herself for another battle. Micah’s irrationality might be a temporary aberration, but for Michelle Olson, the condition was permanent. As long as the girls could remember, their mother had unpredictably alternated between overinvolved hovering and abject neglect, depending on her mood. As children, they would have appreciated more of the former. But the surrogacy situation had elevated Michelle’s smothering to a whole new level, and Haley’s patience with her mother’s drama was running short. My flight leaves tomorrow morning, and frankly, Mom, I can’t wait.
Oh. Well. If you’re sure.
Haley tried to let the quavering, fretful tone of her mother’s voice wash over her without effect. The actual words Michelle used were never important. The woman communicated entirely via tone.
I am sure,
Haley responded. I really need to get away, Mom. There’s no medical reason I shouldn’t, and Micah’s okay with it.
Is that what she told you?
Haley closed her eyes and took a breath. It was an old, old game among the three of them. Michelle had never been an authoritarian parent, leaving any unpleasantness of discipline to her husband. After Mike died, she had suspended all pretense of parenting and strived only to be the girls’ best friend. The result was a form of guidance in which she never actually disapproved of anything the girls did, but instead would try to steer their actions through not-so-subtle injections of guilt.
Michelle would never tell Haley, for instance, that staying in Newport Beach until after the baby was born was the right thing to do. Instead, she would make the case that Micah didn’t want her sister to leave. And historically Micah would then do the same, insisting that although she herself was fine with whatever sin Haley was contemplating, their mother would be horribly upset.
Haley couldn’t remember a time when she hadn’t been aware of exactly how that game was played. More difficult to explain was why it almost always worked.
I don’t know what Micah told you, Mom,
Haley said firmly, tossing an extra blister pack of Gax-X in with her meds. But she gave me her blessing. I’m sure she’d rather I not leave. But it really isn’t up to her.
She zipped up the bag, tossed it in her suitcase, and began to count socks. According to her weather app, daytime highs in July should be in the upper sixties in Seward, but the nights could be colder. She wasn’t used to colder. Nor was she used to rain.
Both sounded heavenly.
You’re not still sore from the amnio?
Michelle persisted, artfully posing her objections in question form. The doctors don’t think that traveling so soon afterwards will increase your chances of a miscarriage?
Haley decided that eight pairs of no-show socks would be enough. Then she threw in a few pairs of fuzzy long socks as well. She might be out at night, and her feet always got cold on airplanes. No, and no,
she answered.
What about motion sickness on the plane?
Haley cracked a grin. Her mother was really reaching now. I’ve never gotten airsick in my life, and if I didn’t have trouble with nausea in the first trimester, why would I have it now?
She began to sort her underwear.
Michelle made a low grumbling noise. Then she tried another angle. Is the firm okay with your taking so much time off right now? I mean, what with your maternity leave coming up so soon?
Well, they haven’t fired me yet,
Haley replied with intentional flippancy. With luck, her mother would think she was joking.
There was a long pause on the line’s other end. When Michelle spoke again, her voice was awash with misery. So when do you leave? And how can we reach you?
Haley felt her heart begin to lighten. Her mother had accepted defeat, and relatively quickly. I leave tomorrow,
she replied. And I’ll let you know.
She tossed her entire supply of newly purchased preggo undergarments into her suitcase and turned to her closet. She had no cold-weather clothes, aside from the three business suits she’d bought for winter trips to Chicago and a few ancient ski garments. She threw in her one and only pair of long underwear and hoped the waistband would stretch. She had no prayer of getting into her high-school ski pants, which had always been tight. The parka was probably overkill, but she threw it in anyway.
She answered a few more of her mother’s questions mechanically, packing clothes into her suitcase as she talked. But one question stopped her.
I just don’t know what we’re going to do about Tim,
Michelle lamented. Do you have any ideas?
Visions of last night’s insanity rushed back into Haley’s head. Mom, there is nothing we can do. There is nothing we should do. Tim is a good guy. They’ll work it out themselves.
How can you be so sure?
Michelle asked. I have to wonder how well any of us really know him. After what he said about… Well, you know. How can Micah ever forgive something like that?
Haley rubbed her face in her hands. The inappropriateness of the situation wasn’t entirely her mother’s fault. When it came to personal matters, Micah had always been overeager to share. It was Micah, after all, who demanded that both Haley and their mother gather in the couple’s apartment while they awaited the early results from the amniocentesis. The tension between Micah and Tim had been unbearable, both before and after the results came in. The drama that unfolded was so bitter that, despite what she’d just told her mother, Haley had indeed begun to question whether the couple’s marriage could survive the strain.
He’s hard on her, you know,
Michelle commented.
She’s hard on him, Mom,
Haley countered, regretting the words even as she said them. She could not allow herself to be sucked any further into her sister’s woes. The mere thought of it brought up images of drowning in quicksand.
Haley!
her mother chastised. You’re not seriously taking his side? How could you?
Of course I’m not taking his side,
Haley said quickly, knowing every word she said would be transmitted back to Micah within the hour. I’m not taking sides, period. I’m just saying that I think we should stay out of it. Okay?
I’m only trying to be supportive of your sister,
Michelle responded with a sulk. Is that so wrong?
Haley shut her suitcase. She picked up the phone. I know you love Micah, Mom. So do I. But I have to go, now. I’ll let you know when I get to Anchorage, all right?
There was a pause. So, how are you getting to the airport?
Tim offered to drop me off.
He’s in favor of your taking this trip?
He doesn’t seem to object, no.
Michelle harrumphed. Well, he wouldn’t, would he?
Haley stifled another urge to scream. I really have to go now, Mom. Love you. Bye!
She waited long enough to hear an answering farewell, then shut off her phone altogether.
Just one more day, she told herself, fighting back the dark feelings that had been clawing at the edges of her psyche for weeks now. She had done it. She was going to escape.
She was going to feel better soon.
She had to.
***
You want me to help you with that?
Tim asked uncertainly as Haley reached into his trunk to pull out her bag. She stopped, then straightened and looked at him. Her brother-in-law was an inch shorter than she was and weighed about the same. Ordinarily, she would not think twice about hefting her own suitcase around, even if it did weigh close to fifty pounds. But she wasn’t supposed to be doing that sort of thing anymore, was she? Not when she was four months’ pregnant.
Sure,
she replied awkwardly.
Tim smiled at her and pulled out the suitcase. Then he dragged it up over the curb and extended its handle toward her. The sound of a jet taking off blasted over their heads.
Thanks for the ride,
Haley said once the noise quieted. And thanks for… well, you know.
Tim’s lips twisted with chagrin. When Micah had freaked out about Haley’s leaving once again just this morning, Tim had immediately come to his sister-in-law’s defense — a selfless act he would undoubtedly pay for later. You deserve some time away, Haley,
he said softly. Micah knows that. She just can’t help the worrying. In her finer moments, she really does want you to relax and have a good time. We both do.
Thank you,
Haley said sincerely. She liked her brother-in-law. He was sweet, unassuming, and on the timid side, which set him in sharp contrast to the sea of aggressive lawyers and business moguls she generally associated with. More important, he was hopelessly, desperately in love with her sister.
God help him.
We owe you more than we could ever say,
Tim continued earnestly. I know Micah expects you back in a week, but as far as I’m concerned, you should stay as long as you need to. I know that—
he broke off with a guilty look. I know that she hasn’t been making this easy for you. And lately, neither have I.
His face bore a tortured expression. I’m sorry, Haley. About everything.
Haley felt a twist in her gut. He and her sister should be in a good place right now. They were expecting a baby. Finally. After so many years of trying. When Haley had conceived, they’d been over the moon. Then came the prenatal testing.
It’s not your fault,
Haley assured, meaning it. She might disagree with some of her brother-in-law’s opinions, but she didn’t fault him for being human. The results of the chorionic villus sampling they had received the month before had been devastating. The unexpected news had scared the hell out of Tim, and he had reacted accordingly. If her sister had only given him the time and space he needed to work through his emotions, things might have turned out differently. But there was no explaining that to Micah. Micah was inconsolable.
Thanks for saying that,
he replied uncomfortably. He looked at his watch. Is there anything else I can do for you?
No,
Haley answered. I’m good.
If you think of anything later, call me,
he insisted. I mean it, Haley. Anything you need.
He opened the door of his car and began to get in, but turned to say one more thing. The sound of another jet taking off drowned out his words, but she could read his lips. And his eyes. Enjoy yourself.
She smiled back. I intend to.
Chapter 3
The view out the plane window took Haley’s breath away. She had flown over the dry, endlessly brown peaks and valleys of the West many times, and some of them had been capped with snow. But never had she seen mountains like these. Glistening white peaks reached high into the clouds, snow-covered from tip to foot, with ribbons of white flowing from their bases and curling down into the icy sea. No signs of human habitation, past or present, marred the forbidding landscape. Every aspect of the mountains’ cold white beauty declared a simple message: This is no place for humans.
Move along, and let us be.
Haley smiled. She was only too glad to heed that warning. She felt privileged even to see such splendor. She had no desire to conquer it.
She continued to gaze out the window as the plane began its descent toward Anchorage. Misty clouds rose up to shroud her view, and she realized her heart was thudding loudly. This was real. She was here.
What here looked like, however, she could only guess. Increasingly heavy clouds hugged the windows all the way to the tarmac, and as the plane taxied to its gate, large droplets of water streaked the Plexiglas and bounced off the wings and pavement below.
The woman beside Haley groaned and pulled on a jacket. Well, I guess we can say goodbye to the sun for a while.
She shook her head and made an announcement to no one in particular. Why anybody would live anywhere but California is a mystery to me!
Haley smiled noncommittally and turned back to the window. Rain. She might not like it all the time, but right now, it looked pretty damn beautiful.
She took her time collecting her bag and moving through the terminal to the car rental desks, admiring the decor along the way. The airport was themed with native art and life-sized figures of wildlife, including bears and giant red fish she assumed must be salmon. Within an hour she was sitting behind the wheel of a rental car with the city of Anchorage spread out before her.
At least, she assumed the city was out there. The rain was coming down so hard she could barely see beyond the next stoplight, and the mountains she had longed to glimpse seemed to have disappeared entirely. Nevertheless, her spirits remained high as she plodded through the traffic with her carefully marked-up printout lying across her knees. Her first stop, as planned, would be her uncle’s boat dealership. Beyond that, she had no plans. She might make her way on to Seward tonight. She might not. For the first time in as long as she could remember, no one else was counting on her to do anything in particular.
Sweet.
She found her uncle’s boat shop in an industrial-looking area a block away from a small lake. Taku Lake Boat Sales, Inc. consisted of an older-looking square brick building fronting the street and a newer warehouse-type structure behind it. Both were attached by tall chain-link fences to a sprawling lot filled with various-sized boats, boat parts, and trailers. Haley pulled into the gravel area in front of the brick building, got out of her car, and ran to the door.
Heavy rain pelted her as she moved, quickly soaking through the lightweight jacket she now realized was useless as a raincoat. By the time she pulled open the door and hustled inside, her hair was plastered to her face and she could already feel the moisture soaking through her shirt.
Coming down good out there, isn’t it?
a male voice boomed from behind the service desk.
Haley looked up to see a man in his late fifties step out and come toward her, smiling with amusement. He was tall and heavy-set, with a full head of bushy white hair and an impressive beer belly neatly enclosed in an oversized polo shirt.
You could say that,
Haley responded, studying him. His voice sounded familiar. Are you Ed Miller?
His eyes lost a bit of their twinkle. I am. You’re Randy’s niece?
She nodded and extended a hand. Haley Olson. It’s nice to meet you.
Ed shook her hand, all signs of his previous jocularity now absent. I’m sorry about your uncle.
I should tell you that I’m sorry,
Haley replied, feeling awkward. I only met my uncle once that I can remember, and that was a lifetime ago.
Ed gave a solemn nod. He gestured for her to follow, then led her back behind the service counter to a cluttered office area, where he motioned her to a chair. He opened a locked desk drawer and pulled out a ring of keys. It’s going to take a while for everything to get through probate, like I said on the phone,
he explained solemnly. But the sooner you and your sister decide whether you want to sell his place, the sooner I can get things moving. As for whatever personal property he has out there, if you don’t want to auction it off, you’ll have to decide how to split things between the two of you. I had an estate company look at what he left in the apartment upstairs, but they said there wasn’t enough value to cover an auction, so unless there’s something you want, I’ll be donating it to charity. I don’t really know what he’s got out at Seward. He used to have a four-wheeler, but last I heard, it was busted. His truck and his boats he didn’t own outright. They belong to the business.
I understand,
Haley replied.
Ed sat back in his chair and exhaled heavily. "I feel bad I haven’t gotten out there yet. I need to go, at least to pick up the truck. It’s just… well, I’ll be honest with