Wesley sat forward.
“What is this?”
Nobody answered.
Then the report changed.
Talia explained that Edmund had prepared the story months before his death but had refused to let it air unless I chose to release it.
Corinne looked at me.
“You did this?”
“Yes.”
The screen showed part of our living room filmed from the sidewalk that morning.
The curtains had been open.
Visible through the window were the blue labels.
WESLEY.
CORINNE.
MAYA.
Every trace of color disappeared from my children’s faces.
Wesley stood.
“You let them film our house?”
“My house.”
His mouth opened.
Nothing came out.
Then the final part aired.
Talia explained the trust.
Most of Edmund’s wealth had already been placed beyond private inheritance.
The foundation would continue his work.
I would control it.
Corinne shot to her feet.
“What about us?”
I looked at her.
“What about you?”
“Our inheritance!”
There it was.
Not Dad.
Not his work.
Not the people he had helped.
Inheritance.
Wesley turned on me.
“How could you do this without telling us?”
I set down my fork.
“I didn’t.”
“What?”
“Your father did.”
He stared at me.
Then I opened Edmund’s ledger.
“Denver. Three years ago. Twenty-seven thousand dollars.”
Wesley went still.
Corinne frowned.
“What is she talking about?”
I looked at my son.
“Would you like to tell her?”
He said nothing.
So I did.
“Your father paid off Wesley’s debt.”
Corinne stared at her brother.
“You told us you handled that yourself.”
Wesley’s face burned.
I continued.
“Edmund never asked for repayment. He never embarrassed you. He never mentioned it again because he said a child should still be able to come to his father when he is ashamed.”
My voice broke.
“And what did you do when that father died?”
Nobody moved.
“You skipped his funeral.”
Corinne looked down.
“You left me alone at an airport.”
My eyes moved toward the labels.
“And before I even got home, you started putting your names on his things.”
Wesley finally whispered, “We didn’t know you needed us that badly.”
I almost laughed.
“I needed a ride.”
Silence.
“That was all.”
No one had an answer.
I peeled the label from Edmund’s chair.
Then the one from my jewelry cabinet.
Then the one from the rocking chair where I had held both my children as babies.
I placed the three pieces of tape on the coffee table.
