“It is.”
“But they told me the house was theirs.”
“They were wrong.”
My hands covered my mouth.
The attorney continued.
“There’s more.”
Apparently, Thomas had also left me a separate investment account large enough that I would never have to worry about rent, bills, or medical expenses again.
I shook my head immediately.
“I don’t want it.”
The attorney smiled slightly.
“He knew you’d say that.”
Then he handed me another page.
Thomas had written:
“You will probably try to refuse all of this.
Don’t.
You spent your whole life taking care of everyone else.
Let me take care of you once.”
That was when I started crying.
Not because of the money.
Because I could hear him saying it.
I could almost see the little smile he always made when he knew I was about to argue with him.
