I watched my daughter’s face change. Grief to disbelief. Disbelief to fury. It took about four seconds.
“This isn’t right,” Patricia said, standing up so fast her chair rolled back into the wall. “Mom doesn’t know the first thing about managing money. She’ll lose everything within a year.”
Michael’s voice was harder, colder. “We need to see those documents. All of them. This has to be some kind of mistake.”
“There’s no mistake, Mr. Brooks,” Harold said quietly. “Robert reviewed this will with me personally. Twice. The signatures were witnessed by my paralegal, by my associate, and by Robert’s longtime physician, Dr. Elaine Foster, who confirmed in writing that he was of sound mind. Our notary, Janet Kowalski, notarized it the same afternoon.”
“Then someone got to him,” Michael snapped. “He was sick. He was on medication.”
“He signed it eight months before his diagnosis,” Harold said.
That shut Michael up. For a moment.
There was no mistake. Robert had been planning this for years. He updated his will every time Patricia showed him who she really was.
Like the time she borrowed $20,000 for a kitchen renovation and never paid back a dime. Robert had written her a check from our joint checking account, and she’d hugged him and said, “I’ll have it back to you by Christmas, Daddy.” That was six Christmases ago.
Or the night of Michael’s promotion party, when I brought a big pan of my pot roast and a basket of homemade rolls. Patricia laughed in front of all of Michael’s colleagues and said, “Mom always brings peasant food. It’s kind of her thing.” And everybody laughed with her.
Robert didn’t laugh. He set down his drink and walked out to the car. He waited for me there for an hour.
He saw how they treated me. How they took me for granted. How they saw me as weak and useless and undeserving of respect. And he decided, quietly, the way Robert decided everything, that they were not going to be rewarded for it.
After we left Harold’s office, Patricia and Michael followed me home.
They sat in my living room. The same room where I’d helped Patricia with her math homework at the coffee table. The same room where we’d celebrated her college acceptance with a cake shaped like a graduation cap. The same room where I’d held her when her first boyfriend broke her heart.
Now she sat on the edge of the sofa like a car salesman.
“Mom,” she said, and her voice was honey-sweet now. “Be reasonable. You can’t possibly manage all this money alone. Why don’t you let Michael help you? He’s very good with finances.”
Michael nodded eagerly. “We could set up a trust. I’d be the trustee. Make sure everything’s handled properly. You’d never have to worry about any of it.”
I poured myself a cup of tea. My hands were perfectly steady.
“I appreciate your concern,” I said. “But I’m perfectly capable of managing my own affairs.”
“Are you, though?” Patricia’s mask slipped. “Mom, you’ve never even balanced a checkbook. Daddy handled everything.”
I took a sip of tea and looked at my daughter over the rim of the cup.
That’s when I realized what they were really planning.
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