At his funeral, his three adult children lined up in a compact formation like a concrete wall. Everyone offered condolences to them, completely ignoring me. Standing in front of his casket, I sobbed not only for losing him but for being treated like a fraud.
The following day, we all met at the lawyer’s office. Marlene was sitting opposite me with her legs crossed, appearing like a judge about to pronounce the verdict. “How nice of you to grace us with your presence,” she said. “When do you plan on leaving? You’re probably packing already.”
My hands clenched around one another so she wouldn’t notice them trembling. In the middle of the desk there was a simple wooden box, but no legal papers.
The lawyer corrected his glasses. “Russell insisted that I give this box to Elena personally.”
“Oh, isn’t that touching?” Marlene said. “Our waitress has received her trinket. One last joke of daddy’s.”
Opening the box, I saw nothing but a photograph of me from the night we met. I was pictured mid-laugh, holding that heavy catering tray. I didn’t even known someone took it.
And then the lawyer unfolded the manila envelope containing Russell’s will, and the smug look on Marlene’s face finally cracked. It turned out Russell had created not only a will but a protective castle. All the property, his house, estate, and controlling stake in his business were passed on to me.
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