And then there was a man I didn’t recognize, tall, with slicked back hair and a designer watch that caught the light. Vanessa leaned toward him, whispering something that made them both smirk. That’s Mark, Lucas said, noticing my glance.
Mom’s brother. He’s here to make sure everything goes smoothly. Smoothly, I repeated, taking the empty seat furthest from Vanessa.
The air in the room felt heavy, charged with the unspoken assumption that I was about to be erased from whatever my father had left behind. Vanessa’s eyes never left me, her expression radiating the confidence of someone who believed she’d already won. A side door opened, and Mr. Harris, my father’s longtime attorney, entered.
He was a stocky man in his sixties, with kind eyes that flicked briefly toward me before settling on his notes. Good morning, he said, taking his seat at the head of the table. We’re here to read the last will and testament of Richard Carter.
Vanessa sat straighter, crossing one leg over the other. Let’s get on with it, shall we? She said, as if she were in charge. Mr. Harris opened a thick folder, the sound of paper crisp in the silence.
As per Mr. Carter’s wishes, I will read this in full. Please hold any comments until the end. I clasped my hands in my lap to hide the way they were trembling.
He began to read, his voice steady. I, Richard Carter, being of sound mind and body, hereby leave the entirety of my estate, including any real property, liquid assets, and personal belongings, to my wife, Vanessa Carter, and our children, Lucas Carter and Sophie Carter. Vanessa’s smile widened.
Lucas leaned back in his chair, arms crossed like a victor surveying the battlefield. Sophie glanced at me, her smirk almost daring me to react. I didn’t move.
Mr. Harris continued, his tone unchanged. The remainder of my possessions shall be distributed according to my separate instructions, filed herewith. For a fraction of a second, I thought I saw the corners of his mouth twitch, not in nervousness, but in something almost like amusement.
Vanessa caught it too, and her smile faltered. I didn’t know it then, but that single moment, the brief curve of the lawyer’s lips was the crack in the facade, the part where everything began to shift. Mr. Harris cleared his throat, shuffling the papers as if he were deciding whether to proceed.
As stated, he continued, the will leaves the estate, as filed here, to Mrs. Vanessa Carter and her children. That estate consists of… He glanced down at the list in front of him, a cabin property in rural Montana, and a 2001 pickup truck. The room went dead silent.
Vanessa blinked. Excuse me? The cabin is in fair condition, Mr. Harris went on, his tone maddeningly calm. The truck runs, though it will require some maintenance.
Lucas sat up straighter. That’s it? That’s all? That’s all listed in the will, Mr. Harris confirmed, Vanessa’s face flushed an angry crimson. Where are the rest of the assets? The accounts, the company shares, the properties? My husband was worth… $154 million.
Mark cut in, his voice sharp. So where is it? I sat back in my chair, saying nothing. My pulse was racing, but not from panic.
I’d seen the flicker in Mr. Harris’s expression earlier. Something was coming. Mr. Harris removed a second folder from his briefcase…
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