Harrison had known.
He had known while I sat beside his bed telling him I needed only him.
I returned to the letter.
You did not know about the baby when you refused the money I placed in your account. You did not know when you told me you would move with me into a rented apartment if the company failed. You did not know when you promised to remain beside me after the doctors gave me six weeks.
That is why I know this child was never a strategy.
Neither were you.
I began to cry.
Vivian reached for the letter.
Samuel blocked her hand.
“Read the will,” she snapped. “Now.”
Samuel opened the sealed envelope.
“Harrison Blackwell signed this document nine days before his hospitalization. Two independent physicians certified his mental competence. The signing was witnessed and recorded.”
Vivian crossed her arms.
“Get to the distribution.”
Samuel began with charitable donations and employee funds.
