was clear.”
“Then read the real will.”
He opened a sealed envelope.
Marlene’s smile weakened.
Her brothers leaned forward.
The lawyer read in a steady voice, but I could barely focus.
I kept staring at the photograph, at the woman who had no idea that someone across the room was truly seeing her.
“Skip ahead,” Marlene snapped. “Who gets the house?”
The lawyer turned one page, then another.
Her anger began shifting into fear.
“This cannot be right.”
He looked up.
“It is exactly right. Your father reviewed every line,
