I was holding his hand when he passed, just like I’d held it for thirty-five years of marriage.
The doctors had given us six months. Robert only lasted three. Cancer doesn’t care about your money or your plans or how many people need you. It just takes.
Near the end, he could barely lift his head off the pillow. But one evening, while the nurse was out of the room, he squeezed my fingers with a strength that surprised me.
“Dorothy,” he whispered.
“I’m here.”
“They’re going to come for you.”
I didn’t have to ask who. I knew.
“They think you don’t know anything,” he said. His breath rattled. “But I made sure you’d be protected. Everything is yours. Just like we discussed.”
“Hush,” I said, and I kissed his forehead. “I’ll be fine. You know I’ll be fine.”
He smiled a little. “I know. That’s why I’m not worried about you. I’m worried about them.”
Robert knew me better than anyone. Better than our daughter ever did. He died two days later, on a gray Thursday morning, with the radio playing softly and the window cracked open so he could smell the rain.
The reading of the will happened two weeks later in the downtown office of Harold Greene, Robert’s estate attorney of nearly twenty years.
Patricia arrived dressed head to toe in black, a travel pack of tissues already in her hand. She dabbed at her eyes in the elevator. She dabbed at them again in the waiting room. She was playing the grieving daughter perfectly.
Michael walked beside her with one hand on her back. He kept checking his phone. Once, I glanced at his screen and saw a real estate listing. A lake house in New Hampshire. $2.4 million.
He was already spending it.
Harold Greene’s conference room smelled of leather chairs and old coffee. Harold sat at the head of the long table with a thick folder in front of him. He was in his seventies, with bushy white eyebrows and the patient face of a man who had watched many families come apart in that room.
He put on his reading glasses and opened the folder.
“This is the Last Will and Testament of Robert James Hamilton,” he said. “Executed on March 9th of last year, witnessed by three individuals and notarized in this office.”
Patricia sniffed loudly.
“‘To my beloved wife, Dorothy Hamilton,'” Harold read, “‘I leave my entire estate, including all real property, investments, bank and brokerage accounts, retirement accounts, and business holdings, valued at approximately $62 million.'”
The silence in that room was so complete I could hear the clock ticking on the wall.
Patricia’s tissue pack slipped out of her fingers and fell to the carpet.
“That’s impossible,” she said. Her voice was shaking. “That’s not right. Daddy promised me the house on Martha’s Vineyard. He told me I’d inherit the business.”
Harold turned a page without looking up.
“‘To my daughter, Patricia Hamilton Brooks, I leave the framed family photograph that hangs in my study, and my Omega wristwatch.'” He paused. “‘To my son-in-law, Michael Brooks, I leave my golf clubs.'”
Michael made a sound like someone had stepped on his foot.
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