“Ms. Evelyn,” he said, “Mr. Silas named you as his sole beneficiary.”
I stared at the first page.
Then at the number.
$65.4 million.
I read it twice because my mind could not make sense of that many digits.
Uncle Silas had always been distant in the way people with old family money often are. Financialplanning couples
But he had never been cruel to me.
In my family, that alone made him different.
At family gatherings, he usually sat away from the loudest voices and watched more than he spoke.
When I was sixteen and Chloe mocked my thrift-store dress because the sleeve still had tiny tag holes in it, Silas was the only person who handed me a plate and said, “People who need to announce their polish usually have very little beneath it.”
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