“Don’t touch that!” I barked.
“And who are you to tell us what to do?” an aunt named Fiona snapped. “You’re just a widow. That’s all.”
She said the word widow like it was an insult, as if I no longer had the right to exist.
That’s when I started to laugh.
It wasn’t a nervous laugh. I laughed so hard that the whole room went silent.
Marjorie’s eyes narrowed. “Have you lost your mind?”
I wiped a tear that came from disbelief, not sadness. “You all think Bradley left nothing behind,” I said calmly. “You think he was only your son, and that you get to take everything.”
Declan frowned. “There’s no will. We already checked.”
I nodded, almost smiling. “Of course you didn’t find a will. That’s because you never really knew who Bradley was… or what he signed before he died.”
