After a while, I asked another question.
"Did Thomas leave you anything?"
Nathan shook his head.
"Not from this trust."
"Why not?"
"Because he wanted everything to belong to you."
I frowned.
"You're his son."
"And you're his wife."
He leaned forward.
"Margaret, I didn't tell you this because I wanted money. I'm financially comfortable. I have my own career."
"Then why tell me now?"
"Because my father made me promise."
I looked at the red envelope.
Nathan continued.
"He said that if he died before telling you the truth, you deserved to hear it from someone who could answer your questions."
I stared at him.
"And he thought that person should be you?"
Nathan looked ashamed.
"I told him it was unfair."
A long silence followed.
Then he said something I wasn't prepared for.
"I think he was a wonderful father to me during the years I knew him."
