"Let's go, Ike." Mr. Hanson stood abruptly and headed for the office door.
   "But, Dad…" Isaac started, still shocked from the final statement from Bru.
   "Now, Isaac."
   Recognizing that tone, Isaac stood up reluctantly, and nodded apologetically towards the lawyer and Grace.
   "I'll be sending you a copy of Emma's will that pertains to you and your family." Bru commented as he stood up as well, but remained behind his desk.
   Nodding sharply, Mr. Hanson ushered his son out before him then slammed the door behind himself.
   Turning back around from watching the display, Grace expelled a long slow breath. "Wow, what a reaction." She shrugged weakly. "I take it that it's true then, since the reaction was pretty hostile and they didn't bother to deny it."
   Sitting down again, Bru nodded his balding head carefully. "Yes. It is very much true. And if they wish to contest it, DNA tests can still be taken simply for the fact that Emma thought this might happen and she wanted to be prepared for all occasions just in case."
   Grace nodded and smiled in remembrance. "She did like to be prepared for most things, that I do know."
   "Miss James, I know this might be difficult and all, and it will only get tougher as it goes, I can imagine. But Emma has left strict instructions for letters to be deposited to you at specific times throughout this process."
   Sucking in sharply, Grace nodded. "Okay, Bru."
   Clearing his throat, Bru unlocked his bottom right hand drawer and withdrew one letter. "This is the first." He murmured gently.
   Taking it with shaking fingers, Grace tried to smile and thank him.
   "That's it for today, Miss James. Everything else will be revealed in due time." Bru explained as he stood and moved to escort her from his office.
   Clutching her purse to her and the letter in her hand, Grace nodded. "I'm sure it will. Th-" she sighed, "thanks."

   "What was all that back there?" Isaac demanded once him and his father were halfway home. The silence nearly killed him.
   Mr. Hanson's grip tightened on the steering wheel. "Nothing you need to worry or concern yourself over right now, Ike."
   Narrowing his eyes, Isaac crossed his arms in front of him. "And when do I get concerned and worry about this, Dad? When there's someone standing on our doorsteps wanting Zoë?"
   "Damnit! No one's taking Zoë!" He yelled angrily, the car jerking left from his outburst.
   Grabbing for the dashboard and handle on the armrest, Isaac shouted. Cursing more to get the vehicle and himself back under control, Mr. Hanson started breathing hard. "There's nothing to worry about yet, Ike." He growled low in his throat. "Zoë is ours, and not Emma's. She's gone anyway, and besides it wasn't her that…" He stopped, clenching his teeth and tightening his hands on the wheel again.
   "Wasn't her that what?" Isaac asked sharply.
   "Never mind."
   Groaning, Isaac leaned his head back. "Damnit, Dad. What aren't you telling me? What aren't you telling the family? Does mom know?"
   The lines around his mouth tightened in disgust. "Of course not!"
   "Then what is it?!" He cried out. "What's going on? Or what was going on and happened?"
   Mr. Hanson pulled roughly into their driveway. Getting out, he slammed the door behind him and Isaac scrambled out quickly to catch up with him.
   Before getting to the front door, Mr. Hanson spun around abruptly. "Don't say anything about this, Ike. To anyone. Not to your mom. Not to you brothers. Not to your sisters. Not to your friends. Not to anyone. You understand me?"
   Trying to force back the urge to fight and question him again, Isaac nodded complacently. "Fine. I won't say anything for now."
   Accepting that, Mr. Hanson moved to step inside their warm house, and Isaac moved to follow. He could already feel the house's aura change.