I remembered the way Thomas’s face had changed whenever I mentioned Raymond’s name.
“I need to go home,” I said.
“We’ll talk soon,” Raymond replied. “We need to discuss your finances.”
I walked away without answering.
The next morning, someone knocked on my apartment door.
When I opened it, Walter stood outside holding a small wooden box beneath one arm.
“May I come inside?”
I stepped aside.
He placed the box on my living room table and sat across from me.
“Thomas instructed me to deliver this the morning after his funeral,” Walter explained. “Not before.”
I stared at him.
Walter continued.
“I also sent Raymond a legal notice this morning. It informs him that your finances and future care are now protected by a trust.”
“What are you talking about?”
Walter smiled gently.
“Thomas was right. You walked directly into his trap.”
My hands began to tremble.
