You will receive the house.
You will receive everything I promised you.
Not because you married me for my money.
But because you stayed when you no longer needed it.
I covered my mouth.
Rebecca was silent.
For the first time since I had met her, she looked less angry than confused.
The lawyer stood.
“There is one final instruction.”
I looked up.
“What?”
He pointed toward the brass key.
“Your husband wants you to go home.”
I looked at the key.
Then at the wooden box.
Then at Richard’s children.
And suddenly I understood.
The inheritance wasn’t the ending.
It was the beginning.
Because somewhere inside that locked room was the truth about my mother, Richard’s first wife, and the promise Richard had made twenty years before he ever knew my name.
I stood.
I put the photograph back into the box.
Then I closed the lid.
Rebecca watched me.
