That one was harder.
Not because it hurt more.
Because Robert’s office had been untouched since his death.
His reading glasses still sat beside the lamp.
One unfinished crossword puzzle remained folded in the top drawer.
Daniel knew that room was sacred to me.
He went in anyway.
I played the final clip.
Daniel was opening drawers.
Vanessa stood beside him carrying folders.
I entered.
“What are you doing?”
Daniel didn’t turn.
“Finding the insurance papers.”
“Those are not insurance papers.”
He pulled out a red file.
My heart had nearly stopped when I saw it.
Robert’s estate planning documents.
A private letter.
Trust amendments.
A list of accounts.
I reached for the folder.
Daniel pulled it away.
