Daniel continued.
“There are other provisions.”
I couldn’t speak.
“Your living expenses are covered. Your medical expenses are covered. The trust also provides funds for the community project Thomas established.”
“What community project?”
Daniel smiled faintly.
“He hadn’t told you?”
I shook my head.
Thomas had secretly been funding a small program for elderly people who had lost their homes.
He had named it after his mother.
But he had added a handwritten instruction before he died.
After Margaret’s death, the remaining funds were to be transferred into a new foundation.
In my name.
I covered my mouth.
“Why?”
Daniel looked at me.
“Because he knew what you would do.”
I whispered, “What would I do?”
“Help people.”
I started crying.
Not because of the money.
Because Thomas had known me that well.
A week later, I returned to the mansion.
Rebecca and Michael were there.
The same hallway.
The same staircase.
The same photograph still sitting on the mantel.
They looked at me.
Rebecca’s face went pale.
“What are you doing here?”
I didn’t answer.
Daniel stepped forward.
“I believe we need to have a conversation.”
He placed the legal documents on the table.
Michael read the first page.
