I still don’t really understand his problem. Gran left him her house, his childhood home—my dream bungalow in Washington Park, which he sold for a small fortune—it wasn’t enough for him. I didn’t think things could get worse with him, but I was wrong. Because ever since that day, he’s made my life a living hell trying to get control of the bookstore so he can sell it to the highest bidder.

I can deal with it. I can take pretty much anything he throws at me by now.

I just hate how disappointed Gran would be.

Even though she stopped urging me to call him when I was in college, I know she still harbored hope that one day we would mend our relationship. I think she thought she was being fair, splitting her belongings between the two of us. Not that she had to—it was her stuff, for goodness’ sake! She could’ve given it all away and left us with nothing at all.

That’s what’s so hard for me to comprehend through all this.

Even though the Book Nook was never my dream, I’m so grateful she trusted me with this piece of her heart. Whenever I walk into that store, I can feel her around me. Memories of her linger in every nook and cranny of the store; every customer who tells me a story about their time with her is another link to the person I will never stop missing. My dad just wants to sell that.

Money can turn even the best person into a monster, and Andrew Young already sucked, so this has brought out an entirely new level of vile.

But in this moment, my sympathy for Daisy, my sister, exceeds all that.

“Come by whenever you want. Gran would love for us to be in there together.” I don’t have to fake a smile, for the first time since she walked into my apartment—hell . . . into my life. Sincerity drips from my every word. “And if you’re up for it after your concert and want some more Red Rocks in your life, I do yoga there on Sunday mornings. You’re more than welcome to join.”

“I’d love that! I’m not big on exercise but this could be the exception.” Her eyes light up and the guilt I feel from pulling my hand away from her earlier starts to fade. Sure, we didn’t grow up together, but now that we’re adults we have the opportunity to forge a relationship without our dad.

“Anything at Red Rocks is the exception. You’ll love it.” And shocking the hell out of me, I think I might actually love it too.