I got his savings and other monies from his policies.
As soon as Daniel and Mary left the room, Mr. Halpern turned to me and lowered his voice.
“Evelyn,” he said, “you understand the will I read aloud is not the official one.”
I nodded. “I do.”
Mr. Halpern opened the manila folder and slid out a second will — the real and final one, which was signed and notarized.
We both prayed I would never have to use it.
But just one week after the funeral and the reading of the will, Daniel showed up at my door. This was the most I’d ever seen him since he got married. And I hoped the visit was for something positive, like he’d had a change of heart or something, but boy, was I wrong!
Daniel sat me down. I remember it so vividly. His hands were clasped nervously, and he wouldn’t meet my eyes.
“Mom,” he said, “I know this is going to be hard to hear. But since the house is technically mine now… we’d like to move in.”
The moment he said it, I knew. My husband had been right to worry.
