Most of his investments, his share of the cabin, and several other assets had been transferred into it.
I was the sole trustee for the remainder of my life.
The trust would continue funding medical emergencies, scholarships, and local families in crisis.
My children could not sell it.
They could not divide it.
They could not pressure me to distribute it.
Edmund had made sure of that.
I covered my mouth.
“Did he think they would fight me?”
Talia looked sad.
“He told me he hoped he was wrong.”
I thought of the blue tape on my rocking chair.
“He wasn’t.”
That evening, my family gathered in the living room.
Nobody knew where I had been.
Wesley sat in Edmund’s recliner with his name still taped to the side.
Corinne was talking about selling the cabin.
I sat quietly with a plate on my lap.
At six fifteen, the local news began.
